#mine is in French for privacy

[alltoomaples]

you are in love - CL

pauses, then says "You're my best friend" and you knew what it was, he is in love

pairing: artist!fem reader x charles leclerc

synopsis: recalling the moment when everyone except you two sees that you were meant to be together

note: i've visioned taylor swift songs as originals by the reader in the writings hence using it for fictional reasons only. Sending no hate and/or shade towards the girls Charles had dated previously/dating currently. All my love and respect for them and their privacy. French phrases and words are from google translate so apologies for any errors found.

a/n: here's a looooonng post that hopefully makes up to all my lack of writing pace. i'm picturing a part 2 for this one but i'll let you guys decide about it. i really appreciate your support and love! thank you for putting up with the slowest writer to exist. hope you'll enjoy this as much as i did. happy reading!

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. . . .

It all started in the year 2006 when you attended your first karting race with your dad. He is your guy who introduced you into the world of motorsport and ever since you heard the sound of fast cars and that smell of burnt tyres and gasoline on the very first day of attending monaco grand prix, you fell in love with the sport. Specially and specifically, that fast red car, Scuderia Ferrari.

You developed a passion to drive so you asked your dad if he would take you along to karting that he goes during weekends with his best friend, Hervé Leclerc. Your dad never thought you would become his best pal and share the same found of interest in the sport, so he was over the moon when you asked him.

After a month, you joined your dad and even practiced kart races with your new friends, Pierre Gasly and Charles Leclerc. As much as you wished to be a racer and race along your kart friends, you were more into music and that was priority for you. So you go to the race events to cheer for your friends as much as possible.

Just as any other day, the three of you went on kart race. And not to mention, the trio were very much competative than intended to which made these races highly intense and interesting.

“You two are going down today” Pierre said, as he wore his gloves. “In your dreams, Gasly!” Charles said, strapping in his suit. You shook your head while picking your helmet, walking towards the two of them. “Well nice chat boys but that podium is mine” You say, wearing your helmet and then ruffled their heads.

And just like you said, the podium was yours. You crossed the line first, following Charles and Pierre. Your dads watching you three and cheered you on. The track team handed you trophies and just like champange on motorsport, you were given carbonated drinks that fuzzed out just the same and the boys sprayed all over on you while you did the same going left and right with your eyes closed.

Jules, Charles’s godfather, came over to us to congratulate, giving you the biggest hug first. “Hello?? nous avons également remporté une victoire aujourd’hui" (we also got a win today) Pierre said, making us all fall in a laughter as we broke the hug.

“Eh bien, le gagnant mérite un long câlin" (Well the winner deserves a long hug) Jules said, running his hand over your head as he leaned in to kiss your head. “I agree with Jules” Charles said, while Jules stood between the boys. Charles looked at you and cheered on.

“Et c’est mon meilleur ami vous les gars !! Le gagnant est mon meilleur ami!" (And that’s my best friend you guys!! The winner is my best friend!)

You felt giddy when he said that out loud, your and his dad alog with Jules witnessing the moment. You and Charles shared the same thought as you two started running towards each other, engulfing in a hug. Smiles and laughs all around you.

“Hey attendez-moi!!" (wait for me) said Gasly as he joined you two in a group hug.

And that’s when you made your best friend for life.

. . . .

You eventually went on your journey to pursue your dreams of being a musician. While working on it, you also decided to study your masters in Literature for fun as you adore reading and writings of the great authors and writers of old times. You got aceepted in New York University for September intake of 2018. The very same year when Charles got his seat in Alfa Romeo Sauber F1 team.

You were thankful that you were there when he received this news and you were so over the moon for him. It wasn’t just his dream but yours too. You still to this day, remember how it was revealed all too well.

“Charles, Y/N is here!” Pascale gave you a hug as she welcomed you in. And he walks down into the room, seeing the two of you have a talk.

“Did you hear anything from the universities you had applied for?” Charles asks, getting you a glass of water as you all stood in the open kitchen. You looked at him with a staright face, and that’s when he slammed both of his on the counter.

“NO WAYYYYY!! vous l’avez n’est-ce pas??” (you got it didn't you?) he exclaimed, jumping with happiness which made you laugh.

“Uhhhuh, New York Univeristy!! Et ce n’est pas moi, tu l’as aussi Charles” (and its just not me, you got it too charles) you say, this time you jumping with excitement and on verge of tears.

“Hold on, est-ce que tu lui as fait demander une demande pour moi aussi maman??” (did you made her apply for an application for me as well maa) Charles asks Pascale, making her laugh and nods her head no. As you shook your head, you call out for Arthur and Lorenzo as you grab your phone and go to Charles to show him.

“Charles Leclerc, vous êtes maintenant pilote de Formule 1 pour Alpha Romeo Sauber" (Charles Leclerc, you're now a Formula 1 driver for Alpha Romeo Sauber) You say, your voice breaking as tears started spilling out of your eyes. Pascale gasped, Lorenzo and Arthur with mouths wide open while Charles stood still, looking and re-reading the post. He chuckled as he had no words to say. He turned towards you, eyes filled with tears as you hugged him.

“Vous l’avez fait. Vous en avez fait le meilleur ami!!" (You made it. You made it best friend!!) You say, swinging side to side as you hold him tight while the two of you cried on each other’s shoulders.

“Non, nous l’avons fait! Parce que je ne pourrais pas le faire sans toi (no, we made it! cause i couldn't done this without you)” He whispered as he brings you much closer than before.

“Je suis tellement fier de toi Charles! Et votre père et Jules aussi!" (i'm so proud of you charles! and so is your dad and jules) You say before you break your hug. You wipe off his tears with your thumb and pat his back. He then walks over to his brothers while you hug Pascale, she congratulates you as well.

They open up a bottle of wine and celebrate together with the whole families around at Leclercs, for all the new beginnings that’s about to embark. And as the leclerec brothers were chatting up about it, Charles zoned out as he looked at you, talking with his mom. He felt so content, safe and grateful that he had you since day 1, through all the ups and downs, through the dark times with his dad and his godfather passing away, the two of you always picked each other up like always.

But this time, he felt something within him that he couldn’t explain. He sees you laughing with his maman, looking simply gorgeous with this glow that he thought how has he never saw this until now. Am i falling for Y/N? Charles thought to himself but his train of thoughts couldn’t run any further as he heard the glass tapping.

“I’d like to make a toast, to my families, Y/L/Ns and Leclercs, for all the support and love you have given me. I couldn’t have made it here without you guys. To papa Leclerc and Jules, me and charles are gonna make you so proud! and last but not least, Charles Leclerc!” You say, hold your glass towards his direction. “Je ne serais pas venu ici sans toi, mon meilleur ami! Voici de nouveaux départs!!” (I wouldn't have made here if it weren't for you, my best friend! Here's to new beginnings!!)

“Hear Hear” everyone erupts, clinking their glasses as you two hold each others gazes, raising your glasses to one another.

There’s a photo session to remember that very night. Many polaroids for everyone. At the end of the day, Charles took one polaroid of the two of you, smiling as he held it in his hand. He went into his room and stood in front of the picture frame he had, one with his dad and other with Jules. He sighed to himself as he continued his trail of thoughts that he had.

“Je ne sais pas si cela arriverait de sitôt ou tard, mais je pense que c’est elle” (I don’t know if this would happen anytime soon or later but i think she's the one) he says to himself.

And on the other side, as soon as you reached home and said your goodnights to your parents, you went in your room. You changed into your pjs and then you found the polaroids sticking out of your coat. You took them out and held in your held, as you sat on your bed. You felt something that you couldn’t explain. Was it giddy or the so called butterfly effect? you thoughts went on and on to the point you started thinking ‘am i falling for him?’.

You stood up quick, twirling around but shook your head to not build in too much hopes.

He’s my best friend, you mumbled.

You went near your desk where you had a picture of you and Jules on the day you won the podium at kart race. You placed the polaroid next to him as you sighed with a smile on your face.

“Jules, si c’est lui, j’attendrai que tu me donnes un signe. Et j’espère que tu m’attendras, mon meilleur ami” (Jules, if he's the one, I'll wait for you to give me a sign. And I hope you'll wait for me too, my best friend)

. . . .

Fast forward to 2020, you were now officially working with a music label as a songwriter. You wanted to work first as writer and when it’s the right time, you’ll become a music artist yourself someday. As you worked on your dreams in London, Charles was chasing down his. He was now officially driving for the red team you two dreamed and grew up as fans, Scuderia Ferrari. Even if you were miles apart, you’d still keep a close eye on your best friend.

When you went to New York for your masters, you two would keep in touch soo often that eventually, it turned from daily calls, to one day a week, then eventually, one day in a month to end up with random texts in months or so. At this point it felt like what you had felt before you left Monte Carlo was nothing but emotional of saying goodbyes. You still held to the last string of hope but only to get shattered when you saw the headlines of him being in a relationship. You were happy for the couple, you really did. And yet through all this only one person knew you actually weren’t.

“Pierre, je vais vraiment bien. Ne vous inquiétez pas à ce sujet” (I'm fine really. Don't worry about it) You said, sipping your coffee as you were invited by him and his girlfriend who also was your classmate from highschool, Kika at the cafe as you were attending the British Grand Prix. “Kika s’il vous plaît aidez-moi ici” (Kika please help me out here) you pleaded to her, squeezing her hand which made her chuckle.

“Y/N i love you but we’re just checking in on you. From what he’s told me, it seems like you two were the ones” Kika expressed, giving you a smile. You pulled your tongue towards the both, making them laugh.

“Well i appreciate you two for caring about me but trust me, there wasn’t even something to begin with and he seems quite happy with her, at least she’s better for him than the previous one duh” You say, stating the obvious. “All i care is as long as he’s happy, i’m happy!” You say, leaning back on your chair.

“In that case, we need to set up a date for you!” Pierre says, looking at you. Kika clapped her hands, nodding her head as she agreed. “We’ll set a blind date for you!” Kika exclaimed with excitement in her tone. “You guys don’t have to-” “Nope, and its a done deal! Now i’ll see you ladies at the end of the practice session” Pierre cut you off as he stood up, hugged me and then Kika as they shared a quick kiss before he runs down to AlphaTauri HQ.

“Soo is it cool to deny the offer of blind date” You say to Kika while interwining your arm with hers. “Oh mon dieu tu vois quelqu’un!?!” (Oh my god you are seeing someone) She said, shock all over her face as you laughed.

“Why didn’t you tell me!”

“Well Pierre didn’t let me!”

“That’s true! Now who’s the guy, parlez-moi de lui” (tell me about him) Kika said as you two exited the cafeteria.

“Well its not like we’re seeing each other exclusively. We just hitted off during one of the writing sessions. His name’s Brad, he’s an artist. We went out for drinks and then i asked if he was interested to tag along on F1 race with me and he said yes. He wanted to come for today but he had practice session at studio so he’ll be joining on race day” You say, smile all over your face. Kika engulfed you in a hug as she twirled around you.

“I’m soo happy and i cannot wait to Brad and tell all embarrasing stories” “Va te faire foutre!” (Fuck off).

Eventually that day you got a call from work soo you had to skip friday and saturday session, which meant you weren’t able to surprise Charles. And on the race day, you came along with Brad. You introduced him to Kika and Pierre as you ran into them while making your way to the F1 paddock. You quickly excused yourself as you wanted to surprise Charles.

As you entered the Ferrari Garage, you came across Andereas, Joris and Lorenzo. You chatted with them for a while and before you knew it, Charles walks out of his room.

“Joris, you left your-” Charles stopped himself from talking as he stood still. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing or at the moment he questioned whether he was hallucinating.

“Est-ce que je vois des choses ou est-ce que c’est vraiment vous??” (am i seeing things or is it actually you) He mumbled, making all fall in pits of laughter as you rolled your eyes.

“Eh bien, belle façon de dire que tu m’as manqué aussi trou du cul” (well, nice way of saying I missed you too asshole) You say as he runs to you and engulfs you in a big hug. And god did you miss these hugs!!

“Bonjour meilleure amie” he whispers with a big smile. “Bonjour meilleur ami” you whisper back with a bigger smile. (hello best friend)

The race had ended and Charles finished P4. Knowing Charles, you knew he’d beat himself up for not getting podium, but he really did a great job in your opinion. Once the post-race events were done, Charles came back to the motorhome to find you squealing out loud.

“C’est mon meilleur ami! Forza Charles Forza Ferrari” (That’s my best friend!) You say as you jump run towards him, tackling in a hug. Everyone in the room chants along, making him feel mood-boosted. You broke the hug and grabbed his face in your palms.

“Je suis si fière de toi Leclerc” You whispered to him, looking straight in his eyes. The two of you get a bit lost in each others eyes until Kika and Brad came by next to you. “Merci Y/N/N” He whispers back to you.

“Hey why don’t we celebrate tonight before you head off to your next destination?” Brad suggests, Kika nodding in and so did you. “That’s would be great! What do you say?” You ask Charles and he simply nodded in while his phone started ringing.

“It’s my girlfriend, i gotta take this” He says, suddenly the atmosphere turned upside down awkard. You quickly spoke out before things went anymore weird. “Oh sure! Tell her we said hey and i’ll text you the venue and timings. See you tonight” You said in a hurry and Charles gave a small smile before he left the premise.

“I guess we better get this party started” Kika said, grabbing you by your shoulder as she saw your expression got changed. You quickly shared a smile and made your way out.

The party was great. You tried to get your mind off and talked with Brad and Kika more instead because Kika and you agreed that you might make things more akward than the afternoon events.

As you were getting drinks with Kika, Brad sat around with Pierre and Charles. Charles was engaging with Brad to get to know him and Pierre was holding back his eye rolls so bad.

“At one point, we envy you alot mate” Brad said to Charles, confusion written all over the face of the monegasquean. “May I ask why?” Pierre said, letting a chuckle out.

"That’s cause you’ve got no idea how much y/n talks about you, Charles. She really goes on and on about you, your friendship and how you're her favourite person and best friend. She really looks up and cares about you mate” Brad said with a smile over his face.

At this point, Charles looks down at his hand before he looked up to see you, standing there while you laughed about something Kika said. At that moment, he felt like it was that moment before you two left. A deep sigh left from his mouth as you caught him, staring at you. You pulled your tongue at him, making him chuckle.

“She’s the best person ever and anyone that has her in their life, they’re the most luckiest ones” Charles says, looking back at his empty glass before looking at Brad.

“I don’t know about you two, but you seems to be gentleman. Do look after her, even if she says she don’t need anyone, that’s when you really need be there” Charles spills out his emotions, making himself think that he had enough drinks. He excused himself for the bathroom.

“Pierre, not trying to intrude personally, but does y/n and Charles realize they’re more than friends at this point?” Brad asks out of curosity.

“I’ve been waiting and pining for these two for years. So to answer you my friend, we all are waiting for that very moment” Pierre said, as the two of them clink their glasses.

. . . .

December 2023. The time of year were everything had changed.

You were back in Monaco during the holidays. You were now officially working as an independent artist as well as songwriter. You had released an EP back in 2021 and it became a massive hit. Now not only you were signed by the leading music label but many great artists want you over for writing sessions. You finally made it!

And just like all times, your best friend became your no.1 supporter. He was soo thrilled when you shared the news with him and he’d always be the first to share any news or interact with fanaccounts of mine. This made you heart swell with love for him. And a bit more love for more than a friend best friend gets.

You pretty well hided yourself with the feelings and just like a teenager, you pinned after him while he was in relationship. When you came back home, you took your time off from social media and wanted to spent time with yourself, and well, avoid charles relationship gloats. And that’s your first unexpected change you definately didn’t saw it coming.

“It’s unfortunate how things turned out Charles though. Didn’t thought he’d do just when season got ended” your maman says, maman Leclerc and Kika nods along. Yours, Leclercs and Gaslys were over at Leclerc’s residance for the holidays and all the ladies were in the kitchen, prepping up for dinner.

“What do you mean?” You say, mixing up the veggies for the salad. They all look up stunned at you, like a deer caught in front of the car.

“Y/N. Charles and his girlfriend mutually called it quits” Kika says, passing you the salad dressing. “Oh noooo! That ain’t good” You say, feeling genuinely sad that they ended.

“Hope that mistletoe will let you two see what we all have been waiting for” Pierre whispers as he came in between me and Kika. You shoved with your elbow sharply to his hip, which made him squeal like a girl.

Dinner was lovely, having everyone together at this time. My père and père Gasly gave toasts along with our moms and after desserts, mama Leclerc suggested for me to sing some songs. Then, i played the songs everyone had requested and then Charles suggested to give me some rest so he brought out the speaker and played some jazz songs. Everyone made a pair and started dancing under the moonlight. While i was busy capturing the pictures, I caught Charles walking in his room through my camera. I set my phone back in my pocket and made my way to his room.

The door to his room wasn’t fully closed when you reached up there. You stood by the door to see him, staring at the picture frames he had held in there.

“Knock knock” You whisper, so that he doesn’t get startled. Charles turns around to see you, his face lights up with a smile and waves you to come in. You walk in the room and stand next to his desk. You haven’t been able to talk as he had only came home today and the past few weeks have kept the both of you busy.

“I’m sorry Charles” You say, playing with the hem of your sweater.

“You heard huh?” Charles said, sigh left his mouth as his back was facing you while he looked towards the pictures.

“Yeah, maman told me” you say.

“It was about time y/n, because quel est le sens si vous n’êtes pas avec quelqu’un avec qui vous voulez être” (what’s the meaning if you’re not with someone you want to be with) Charles says, turning around to see you.

“Vrai. Si votre cœur dit que c’est elle, c’est elle” (True. if you're heart says she's the one, she's the one) You say, smile all over your face.

“I mean, look at our Gasly and Kika! Bénissez-les tous les deux aahh” (Bless them both) You say, keeping your hand over your heart.

Charles looks at you, his chest getting all warm and fuzzy just being around you. If anyone else was in the room, they would definitely say ‘garçon est-il tellement tombé amoureux’ (boy is he soo fallen in love)

“I tell you a secret. This is between me and you. I’ve been writing a song based on them” You say, giggles and happy jumps around while Charles chuckled, shaking his head and gets his head around and get rid of the nerves.

“Je pense que c’est toi, y/n” (I think you’re the one, y/n) Charles blurts out, making you go to still mode.

“Hum hein?” (Uhmm huh?)

“Je pense que je suis tombé amoureux de toi mon meilleur ami” (i think i've fallen for you my best friend) Charles says, walking closer to you as he grabs you hand. He takes you towards the picture frame and points out his finger to the polaroid.

The very same polaroid you kept yours next to the picture with Jules to find him kept his next to Jules as well.

You shook your head as you couldn’t believe this and before Charles could ask you, you grabbed your phone quickly.

“I guess he did send me the sign that i somewhat missed out and i cannot believe i missed it” You mumble, while you found the picture.

“What are you talking about y/n/n?” Charles asks, him totally getting confused. You simply smiled and turned your phone towards him.

“At the day when we took this picture, i didn’t knew what i was feeling so i asked Jules to give me a sign. Et il l’a fait” (And he actually did) You exclaimed, tears welding up your eyes. Charles looked shook and looked up and down between your picture and his before he looked back to you.

“Je suis tombée amoureuse de toi aussi, ma meilleure ami” (I’ve fallen in love with you too, my best friend) You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Charles mimicked your smile before he pulled you in a kiss. His hand cupped your cheek while yours runs through his hair. Both of you gets lost in the moment, like you’ve been waiting for your whole life. Both of you pull back as you ran out of air.

“Merci de m’avoir attendu” (Thank you for waiting for me) Charles says, resting his forehead on yours.

“Vous valiez vraiment la peine d’attendre, mon amour” (You were definately worth the wait, my love) You say, as you rub the tip of your nose with his.

. . . .

“It was ABOUT time that you two finally got together” Arthur said, Pierre chiming in with ‘THANK YOU!’ while everyone had a laugh about it.

“So let me get this straight, everyone except us knew this” You gasped, placing the glass of wine you all were having. Everyone chanting in yeahs made you and Charles look towards each other.

“To be honest, it was the very same day when you raced with Pierre and Charles” Pascale says, your mom nodding along with her.

“Ahh yes. I clearly remember me and Hervé agreeing with Jules when he said that you two are meant to be together” Your papa chimes in, with a smile on his face with hint of saddness as he misses his best friend and a son figure to our family, Jules.

You walk over to your old man, embracing him in a hug. He hugs you back, patting your back. You pull back, asking him if he’s alright and he nods.

“Here’s to Mr. and Mrs. to be Leclerc” Your dad toasts, raising his glass. Everyone hoots and cheers as dad gave a push, making you stand next to your fiance, the love of your life, your best friend.

He looks towards you and you towards him, pulling in for a kiss. Kika, Pierre and Arthur hoots in the background, making you pull apart and chuckles leaves your lips.

“Now can we hear Y/N’s music, you said its based on real events!!” Kika exclaims, getting all excited. Little did she knew it was based on their relationship. And a part of yours as well.

“The stage’s yours now, mon amour” Charles whispers, leaving your side to get the speakers for you. You connect your phone to the speakers.

“Well I recently finished with the mixing and couldn’t play for much perfect timing. I hope you’ll enjoy listening to as much as i had creating this. This is You are in Love.”

. . . .

let me know if you are interested for pt.2 :)) until next one, see yaa

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[bruh-changbin]

ivy league

pairing: uni boyfriend!hyunjin x afab reader

genre: fluff + smut (minors dni)

warnings: fingering (f receiving), public sex, lowkey exhibitionism, oral sex (m receiving), snowballing (tis’ the season), little bit of cum eating, unprotected sex (be safe), piv, creampie, tit sucking, both are kinda switches?, alcohol consumption

word count: 5.8K

a/n: HAPPY NEW YEAR MOFOS!!! my new years resolution is to find out why hyunjin is so fucking hard to write for 😻 maybe it’s bc his personality is kinda all over the place or maybe i just suck but anyways i hope i did him justice. (also for the sake of this fic pls pretend he still has long brown hair bc that was my fav look on him ever)i do apologize as this was supposed to be posted right after new years but i have been a busy busy gal as of late. nevertheless, i hope you enjoy (also apologies if this posts weird tumblr is being A MAJOR PAIN IN THE ASS AS I TRY TO EDIT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

photos not mine, credit to original owners (retrieved from pinterest)

studying away from home was always a dream of yours. there’s something so enticing about living and learning in a new city that piques your interest. when you got an acceptance letter from an ivy league school a few hours away from your hometown, you didn’t think twice before enrolling. 

only then did you find out that 90% of the student body at ivy league schools - or any high status campus, really - are insufferable. there are wannabe jane austen’s and christopher nolan’s at every turn, griping about how getting a 98% on their most recent paper just isn’t good enough (news flash: it is). 

ergo, every time you’ve tried to befriend someone you met in the student centre or library or in one of your lectures you’ve discovered they’re too obsessed with their status to even hold a proper conversation with you. there’s only one person who makes studying here at least somewhat bearable: hwang hyunjin.

you met hyunjin in september, a mere 2 days before classes were set to begin for the fall semester. it was somewhat unfortunate, your first encounter, seeing as it entailed you spilling your iced french vanilla all over hyunjin’s silky white button up top. you were trying to shove your wallet back into your bag as you left a coffee shop and he was enthralled in his phone, both of you too distracted to notice the other before colliding. 

you both apologized profusely, you for being careless and him for being in the way (he wasn’t) until you insisted he came to your apartment to get cleaned up since it’s only a 3 minute walk away, i feel horrible for ruining your clothes. 

he complied, and you led him to your small studio apartment, giving him some privacy to shower and steal whatever clothes in your closet that fit him. 

when he stepped out of your bathroom, hair still damp and skin glowing, the rounds of i’m so sorry’s started up again as you handed him back his shirt, now with a large coffee stain on the chest that even your tide pen couldn’t tackle. he grabbed his shirt before chuckling, revealing that he too was a frequent customer of the cafe you were at and often opted to go there instead of indulging in the overpriced shit they sell on campus. 

upon discovering that you were both students at the same university you got to talking, which led to hyunjin staying for dinner at your place, which led to an impromptu make-out session on your second-hand couch. when you made it known that you wanted to take things further, he initially declined because hey, i’m not that kind of guy. in the end he couldn’t keep his hands off of you and you were more than happy to lead him down the hallway to your bedroom. 

soon after he had you writhing under your cotton bed sheets while making you cum on his tongue… and his fingers and his cock. his shaggy, shoulder length mocha hair felt like silk in between your fingers and the whines and whimpers he let out when you tugged on it sounded like heaven.

so, your first encounter with hyunjin was a catastrophe turned fuck session turned we should do this again sometime…

now it’s the heart of winter and you’re about to sock your boyfriend in the jaw when you see him leaning against the brick exterior of your lecture hall, the tips of his ears stained cherry red and his breath passing his lips in the form of a cloud.

“hyunjin i told you to stop waiting for me outside of my lecture hall’s, you’re seriously gonna get frostbite!” you emphasize by pinching his frozen ears - he winces.

“what happened to hello? how are you?” he complains before slipping his hand into the pocket of your puffer jacket and intertwining his fingers with yours; his hands are so cold you flinch.

“well sorry i don’t want you to get sick,” you roll your eyes while shoving your headphones into your tote bag, not needing them now that hyunjin has graced you with his presence, “and you know that class always puts me in a bad mood.”

“ahh yes that’s the one with the, what was it, douchey prof and even douchier students, right?”

“that’s the one.” you sniffle, nose going numb from the cold wind biting at your face as you let hyunjin drag you across campus to god knows where.

“well turn that frown upside down, i’m about to treat you to the most romantic study date ever,” hyunjin asserts while pulling you in the direction of the student lounge, careful not to walk too quickly so you don’t slip on the ice hidden underneath the blanket of snow on the ground.

although the trek from your lecture hall to the student common room is quite short, only subjecting you to the outside weather conditions for a mere minute or two, you rejoice when you step inside and regain shelter from the cold. a blast of hot air greets you and hyunjin shakes the snow off of his perfectly styled hair, retracting his hand from your jacket pocket.

the two of you make your way down the corridor before waltzing into the main study area of the student lounge, seating yourself on a worn in brown leather couch. 

once your winter jacket is discarded you pull your textbook out of your bag, using your peripherals to watch hyunjin pull out his laptop and begin editing photos for his photography class.

it’s serene; watching the snow fall through the window to your left, feeling the warmth radiating from hyunjin who’s sitting to your right. the feeling of hyunjin’s hand (which is still quite cold) on your knee comforts you and you immerse yourself in the words of your textbook, wanting to catch up on the chapters you were supposed to read for this week but didn’t have the time or patience to.

alas, you should’ve known that hyunjin had… other intentions when he said he was taking you on the most romantic study date ever. it only takes a few minutes before you feel his hand inching its way up your leg. 

his eager fingers dance across your thigh before groping your pelvis, causing you to clamp your legs shut in surprise, trapping your boyfriend’s hand in between them.

“are you fucking kidding me hyunjin? we’re in public…”

hyunjin scans the vicinity of the student lounge, which, admittedly, there are only two other students present, both so absorbed in their respective textbooks that they’re practically drooling. but that doesn’t mean you’re about to let him finger bang you in a public area in front of your fellow students. 

“what, you don’t wanna show everyone how well you take my fingers?” by now his index and middle fingers are playing with the waistband of your panties, waiting for you to give the go ahead before dipping underneath.

“come on, let me play with you.”

try as you may, you can’t resist the twisting of your stomach and the pitter-patter of your heart at hyunjin’s words. by now your pussy is leaking indefinitely and you shift in your spot in a pathetic attempt to alleviate the dull throbbing you feel in your pelvis.  

the more you squirm the more pressure you feel from hyunjin’s hand trapped in between your thighs, the heel of his palm pushing against your cunt that’s becoming more sensitive by the second. 

a pleasure induced haze clouds your brain and soon enough you’ve convinced yourself that hyunjin fingering you in the student lounge is in fact a good idea. it’s not like anyone can see you, right? you’re sandwiched between the wall and hyunjin, who’s broad shoulders block you from the curious gaze of others - no one would be the wiser. 

with a bashful look on your face you ease your legs open, granting hyunjin access to your sticky panties and aching clit. the dexterity in which hyunjin’s hand pushes past your waistband and into the dripping folds of your cunt almost gives you whiplash.  

like the little bitch he is he teases you for several moments, the tip of his index finger drawing lazy circles around your clit before gliding down to your hole and then back up again, never giving you what you actually want. 

you know hyunjin’s enjoying watching you twitch and shift in your seat as he plays with your cunt; even more so does he enjoy watching you bite back a frustrated whine when he pulls his hand from you entirely, takes a second to coat his digits in his own saliva by sucking on them, and shove his hand back down your pants.

with help from hyunjin’s makeshift lube his slender spit-covered fingers slip inside of you with little resistance, causing your stomach to flutter and churn. the stretch is subtle yet pleasurable and your body automatically folds in on itself: head hung low, knees knocking together, back hunched. 

if anyone were to walk by they would hopefully assume that you’re just worn out from the end of semester stress and not clue in on the fact that your boyfriend is knuckle deep in your pussy. 

hyunjin starts with small movements, his finger gliding in and out of you slowly while curling upwards in a ‘come-hither’ type motion. he’s trying to make his movements as undetectable as possible, struggling against your tight cunt that sucks him in with each and every thrust of his fingers. 

lucky for you your lover was blessed with long fingers, ones that reach so deep inside of you with so little effort that it makes the room spin. little shocks rock your body when hyunjin fully sheathes his index and middle fingers inside of you, the cold metal of the rings adorning his fingers a stark contrast to your hot wet pussy.

the pace of hyunjin’s fingers quickens; your bottom lip stings from how hard you’re biting down on it. your breath leaves you in the form of forced exhales through your nose, the urge to say fuck it and moan aloud for all of your peers to hear becoming almost irresistible and you pray that hyunjin’s going to make you finish before you do something you’ll regret. 

hyunjin pushes his fingers impossibly deeper into you, the heel of his palm now providing the most delicious friction on your neglected clit. you resist the urge to grind your hips against his hand. 

“are you close?” hyunjin whispers, his plush lips caressing the shell of your ear and sending shivers down your spine. how long has his face been that close to yours? you think, but you’re too out of it to turn your thoughts into words. you just nod frantically, eyes rolling backwards as your impending orgasm looms closer and closer.

the sensation of hyunjin’s fingers pistoning in and of you and his palm bumping your clit is enough to quickly send you over the edge, biting the inside of your cheek so hard you can taste the metallic tang of blood against your tongue. 

you cream all over his fingers while sucking in a breath so big it hurts your lungs so as to prevent yourself from making any noise. the grip you have on hyunjins wrist goes limp and you wince as he pulls his fingers from you, placing a chaste kiss on your temple as if to say i’m proud of you. 

with that hyunjin casually sucks your wetness from his fingers, briefly wiping them on his pants before returning to editing his photos on his laptop. you struggle to regain your focus on the textbook splayed out in front of you, the pages swimming before your eyes as the pleasure in the pit of your stomach slowly subsides.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“i still don’t understand why you were so adamant about using my kitchen to bake instead of yours.”

hyunjin glances up from his phone at your words, his pupils so dark they remind you of tapioca pearls. 

“i live with three frat guys, my kitchen is a biohazard.”

ah yes, that’s right. hyunjin’s roommates, although very nice guys who treat you with respect, are frat guys nonetheless. chan is the cleanest of them all, although that's mostly due to him eating out the majority of the time. changbin and jisung however…

you raise your hands in defence, shuddering at the thought of the army of glasses filled with stale protein shakes that greeted you the last time you ventured into hyunjin’s apartment.

upon seeing you wash your hands in preparation for baking hyunjin joins you behind the kitchen counter. his ring-clad fingers roll up the sleeves of his white long sleeve top before tucking the stray hairs in front of his face behind his ears. 

“alright, what are we baking?” he says with his game-face on.

“i was thinking we could do gingerbread… you know, since it’s the holidays.” you begin to search for a recipe on your phone.

hyunjin makes a sour face at this: lips puckered, brows furrowed, eyelids lowered. dramatic. “i don’t like gingerbread,” he states.

“oh? why not?”

“it’s too spicy.”

this motherfucker…

“...spicy? what are you, twelve?”

“i have a sensitive palate!” your boyfriend whines like a toddler. 

“shut the fuck up hwang, we’re making gingerbread.”

hyunjin hangs his head in defeat while you trifle through your cupboards for the proper ingredients. soon enough a small pile is formed on your countertop and you begin sorting everything in order to start baking. a slender hand caresses your lower back and you jump slightly.

“you know it kinda turns me on when you’re all authoritative like that…”

of course. leave it to hyunjin to get horny at literally any hour of the day. 

“you’re insufferable. does hyunjin jr. ever take a day off?”

hyunjin scoffs, “he does, actually. remember the day you were so swamped with the paper you were writing and me, being the best boyfriend ever, had the decency to not try to get in your pants so you could focus?”

“wow, so chivalrous.”

hyunjin playfully shoves your head and then pats your hair as if to assure you his teasing is all in good fun (you know it is).

for someone who was so adamant about baking for the holidays, hyunjin is incredibly inept in the kitchen. first he adds baking powder to the mixing bowl instead of baking soda, then proceeds to knock over your precious bottle of pure vanilla extract, followed by him getting molasses on his tongue and wailing in disgust because it tastes like straight ass! this is all tied together by him spilling flour all over your countertops because why the fuck not. 

“remind me to never allow you to have access to my kitchen ever again,” you huff in frustration while rolling out your batter, a thin layer of sweat forming on your upper lip.

“why? I’m having fun… are you not having fun?” a cheeky grin is plastered across his face as he places his hand on the flour-covered counter before smacking your ass so hard you shriek. whipping your head around, you gape at the perfect flour handprint imprinted on the seat of your favourite pair of pants. 

“WHAT THE FUCK HYUNJIN!!???” you shove his chest before frantically dusting the flour off of your rear. hyunjin can’t seem to control his laughter.

“payback!” he says cheerily while wiping his hands on the hem of his shirt. by now the smell and taste of flour has filled the air of your kitchen. 

“payback for what you dipshit??”

he smiles, “for when you spilled coffee on my shirt.”

“are you fucking kidding me hwang? that was like four months ago!” you return to kneading the dough in front of you, although now you do so with much more aggression, “need i remind you that the coffee incident is how we met in the first place?”

“i knowww~” his palm glides across your upper back in a soothing motion before he rests his chin your your shoulder, “i’m just teasing.”

you bite back a smile before glancing at hyunjin perched on your shoulder, his squishy cheeks matching the soft gaze of his eyes. domestic bliss. you continue to knead the dough in front of you until it’s ready to be rolled out.

when you turn to look at hyunjin again he’s leaning into you even more, pink lips puckered slightly and eyelids closed causing his lashes to grace the tops of his cheeks.

you throw flour in his face.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

it’s new years eve and you don’t know what to wear.

“just throw on something skimpy and call it a day,” jeongin says through the speaker of your phone, “you’re supposed to be here in like an hour, remember?”

“i can get ready in an hour,” you respond while holding various garments up to your body and gazing at your reflection in the mirror. so many options, so little time.

“i don’t know about that y/n, remember halloween?”

you do remember halloween. more specifically, you remember jeongin whining and bitching for the entirety of the two and a half hours it took for you to transform yourself into ty lee from avatar: the last airbender. it was worth it though, you looked exactly like her. 

“come on, that was a one time thing. i’ll be at your place on time!” you whine while tossing an unworthy crop top onto the pile of clothes on your floor that’s steadily increasing.

“i don’t know y/n you’re pretty indecisive and-” you hang up on him, not wanting to hear him bitch and whine about your inability to make even the most minuscule decisions. 

it takes you half an hour to choose the perfect outfit, and then another half hour to do your makeup and hair, followed by a fifteen minute stare-down with your reflection in the mirror as you question everything. is this really the best look i can come up with? your head hurts and you haven’t even started drinking yet. 

“y/n~” hyunjin whines from his place in the living room, “are you almost ready?”

you give him a half-assed yea before exiting your bedroom, giving yourself and your outfit one final check in the mirror.

in preparation for tonight’s celebration you helped hyunjin bleach and dye his hair a shade of icy blue last night, almost permanently damaging his bathroom sink and counter in the process. his now cerulean mane matches the blue of his denim jacket that has an eye-catching collar lined with fluffy white fur (faux of course - no animal cruelty here). his pants are denim as well, a quintessential canadian tuxedo, and just a hint of silver glitter is detectable on his eyelids. you could eat him right the fuck up. 

“you look cute,” you purr before waltzing over to your boyfriend and standing in front of where he’s sat on the couch.

“as do you,” his eyes scan your body, “the five hours it took you to get ready paid off.”

“i did not take five hours to get ready hwang, you’re just impatient.” you pat his leg as if to say get off your ass, it’s time to go, prompting him to push himself off of his couch and over to the coat rack by his front door.

“this coat totally clashes with my outfit,” you complain as you pull on your thick puffer jacket.

hyunjin feigns sympathy, “it’s either that or you freeze. come on, chan’s wondering why we’re not there yet.”

hyunjin all but yanks you out the door, locking it behind him before the two of you step onto the bustling city streets that are teeming with people searching for a place to drink and celebrate. 

arriving at jeongin’s a mere couple of hours before midnight, you rid yourself of your chunky winter coat and start to mingle with the rest of the crowd. hyunjin, despite knowing more people at the party than you, stands behind you like a lost baby sheep for the entire night, waiting for you to loop him into whatever conversation you’re having. 

you briefly speak with jeongin, who teases you for arriving late (how he managed to spot you and hyunjin sneaking in later than you said you would arrive is beyond you) and then encourages you to get a drink and ‘let loose’.

in the kitchen you help yourself to whatever alcohol you can find - most of the selection isn’t to your liking and you regret not bringing your own drinks from home. nevertheless, you force some pathetic margarita mix down your throat before spotting hyunjin’s roommates, chan, changbin and jisung, in the crowd and heading over to converse with them.

time seems to fly by and soon enough there are only a few minutes left until it’s time to ring in the new year. someone, most likely felix, blasts madonna through the speakers and a livestream of the new york ball drop is displayed on the tv in the living room.

“y/n?” 

“yes hyunjin?”

he hesitates, starry eyes looking everywhere but your own, “will you be my new year’s kiss?”

you stifle a laugh; the poor boy looks like he’s about to puke after asking you that so you try your best to play nice.

“of course i will.” you caress your boyfriend's cheek ever so gently, his cheeks turning rosy and flushed as you do so.

around you the cheers from the other partygoers have increased as the countdown displayed on the tv hits the thirty second mark. as the ball descends on the screen your fingers reach for hyunjin, grasping his wrist in excitement as the two of you start to countdown alongside everyone else.

“3….2….1….HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!”

as soon as the clock strikes midnight hyunjin’s pillowy pink lips are attached to yours, capturing you in a heartfelt kiss to celebrate the ending of an old year and beginning of a new one. it would be a crime not to reciprocate so you do, only pulling away when you hear jeongin start to make gagging noises at the two of you over everyone else's cheers. 

felix jumps onto the couch and changbin uncorks a bottle of pommery cuvée louise with a celebratory pop! 

before you can approach changbin and ask for a glass of champagne that he splurged on for the special occasion, you’re being dragged down the hallway. away from the music and cheering and people and into a dark, empty bedroom; based on the decor you assume it’s felix’s.

the metallic click of a door being shut and locked echoes throughout the empty room and when you turn to face hyunjin pursues you again. away from the curious gazes of bystanders he kisses you with unrestrained passion and lust - a kiss that isn’t just a simple display of affection but a kiss that says i want this to lead to something more. 

in the confines of this empty bedroom you allow yourself to melt into his lips, his touch. you inhale his scent and push your tongue past his teeth and into his mouth, tasting a hint of the miller lite he was sipping on earlier on his tongue. with ease hyunjin makes his way down your jaw and to your neck, placing affectionate open mouth kisses against the sensitive skin of your throat. occasionally you feel his canines nip you before his tongue glides over your skin.

“i’ve been wanting to be alone with you since we left the apartment,” hyunjin admits sheepishly, the ends of his hair tickling your ear.

“is that why you spent the entire night hiding behind me?”

like a deer in headlights, hyunjin freezes, “maybe…” you can feel his lips curl into a small smile from where they’re attached to your neck.

not wanting to waste any more time you shove hyunjin off of you, your hands grasping the collar of his denim jacket before dragging it down his shoulders and arms, followed by his shirt. hyunjin follows suit and moves to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down his thick thighs. now he stands in front of you wearing only his briefs, his hard cock straining against the material, the glow from the moon painting his skin a cool shade of blue.

when you step closer to him you can feel his breath fan across your face, watch his eyes swim with curiosity and enamourment, see his chest rise and fall with each and every shaky breath. your fingertips hook into the elastic waistband of his briefs, yanking them down and letting them pool at his ankles before gently guiding him to sit on the bed behind him.

now that hyunjin’s seated you move to kneel in front of him, kissing your way down the soft milky skin of his abs and around his belly button and the insides of his thighs. his cock stands fully erect, and you lick your lips before getting yourself ready to suck him off. 

when you first fucked hyunjin all those months ago you were taken aback at how perfect his cock was. not to sound cliche, but it felt as if the two of you were destined to be together with how well he fit inside of your cunt and down your throat. now, you admire him once again before licking him from base to tip.

time is of the essence you think before taking his length in your hot mouth.

over the course of time you’ve spent dating and fucking hyunjin you’ve discovered that he’s very sensitive… and very vocal. as soon as his cock is in your mouth he’s struggling to keep quiet, the veins on his neck tensing and his knuckles white as he grips the bedsheets underneath him. it’s not like anyone would hear him lest they be pressed up right against the bedroom door, but still, he tries his best to preserve at least a little bit of his dignity. 

for the sake of your throat you wrap your hand around the base of hyunjin’s dick, opting to jerk what you can’t comfortably fit in your mouth. the soft muscle of your tongue expertly wraps around his length as you begin to bob your head, starting off slow so you don’t overwhelm hyunjin (who already seems to be going into sensory overload). 

the movements of your hand are in tandem with those of your mouth, the nails that you got done for new years looking so perfect wrapped around his sensitive cock. small beads of sweat begin to form on your temple as you continue to work hyunjin to his release, not wanting to stop until he’s satisfied. your knees are already starting to ache from being pressed against the cold, hard floor but you pay the discomfort no mind.

above you, hyunjin’s struggling to keep himself under control. he’s been on edge all evening, and now that you’re having your way with him he can’t quite contain his delectation. surely there are other people fucking at this party right now, right? what does it matter if he makes a bit of noise?

fuck dignity, he wants to let you know how good you’re making him feel. 

hyunjin’s bottom lip throbs in relief when he releases it from his teeth, allowing his head to fall back while groans of pleasure shamelessly tumble from his mouth. 

your ears strain to block out the noises from the ongoing party so you can hyperfocus on every single sound that passes hyunjin’s lips. your lips wrap around his length like a glove, providing him with the most perfect amount of friction. you pick up the pace in order to get him there faster, ignoring the slight cramping in your wrist.

“y/n i-” one of his hands lets go of the duvet and wraps around the back of your head, “i think i’m gonna-” he cuts himself off with a cry of desperation. 

with reluctance you pull your lips off of his cock, continuing to jerk him with your mouth agape and tongue sticking out. with a needy, high-pitched moan that he does nothing to try to suppress, hyunjin pumps his load into your waiting mouth.

his cum is pure and white like the snow falling softly outside of the bedroom window. it sits hot and heavy on your tongue as you rise from your spot on the floor, watching with hungry eyes as hyunjin’s pink-stained chest heaves sighs of pleasure before you press your lips to his. both of your mouths open automatically, his tongue slipping past your teeth allowing him to taste himself. your tongues swap semen and saliva and you reluctantly pull away when you need to swallow and regain your breath.

the view of hyunjin panting and covered in a sheen of sweat, his own cum seeping from the corners of his mouth, is a sight to behold. you’ve never laid eyes on anything so sinful yet so holy and beautiful at the same time - your panties become unbearably wet. 

hyunjin stares at you with eagle eyes as you rid yourself of your clothing, tossing each garment on top of his so a small pile is formed on the floor. 

in one swift move you’re on top of him, knees digging into the firm mattress on either side of his bony hips. without saying a word you line his cock, that’s already semi-hard again, up with the soaked hole of your pussy before sinking down his shaft. the two of you whine and groan into eachothers mouths at the sensation, and you still when your hips are flush with his. 

“i don’t… i don’t think i’m gonna last long,” hyunjin whines so pathetically you go weak in the knees. ugh! you wanna lick him all over. 

“that’s okay,” you coo while running your fingers through his hair, “just want you to feel good.”

grasping his shoulders for stability, you temptingly grind your pelvis against his. the tip of his cock is nestled deep inside of you that it makes you feel so unbelievably full and content. it’s moments like these where you wish to be consumed by hyunjin, wish to hold him and be in his hold forever and ever. 

the slick, wet sounds of you fucking hyunjin raw fill the room, your cunt sucking him deeper and deeper with each and every roll of your hips. your vision goes blurry when he attaches his soft lips to your breast, switching between sucking on it gently and using his tongue to tease your sensitive nipple.

the soft whimpers and please go faster’s that your boyfriend emits encourage you to pick up the pace, your hip bones knocking against his with each gyration. by now your clit is begging for attention so you lower your hand to press quick, somewhat careless circles into it, hissing at the pleasure it provides. 

the need to cum begins to creep its way into your senses: your vision becomes spotted and blurry, your legs begin to quiver and shake, the pit in your lower abdomen grows bigger and bigger threatening to swallow you whole. hyunjin continues to sloppily suck on your tit, the sensation going straight to your aching cunt.

no words need to be exchanged in order for each of you to know that the other is close. it’s evident in the way your movements become more frantic desperate and in the way hyunjin’s blunt nails dig into the flesh of your thighs, his jaw going slack against your breast. 

a few more movements and you reach your orgasm, muffling a lewd and graphic moan by biting down on hyunjin’s shoulder. for several moments it feels as if you’re on cloud nine. sparks fly behind your closed eyelids and the ringing in your eyes is loud enough to block out the sound of the party (which you almost forgot about) but not the increasingly loud moans coming from hyunjin.  you can hear and feel him cumming a few seconds after you, his stomach tensing as he cries out for you.

he spills his seed inside of you and you shudder, feeling incredibly warm and worn out. 

with limbs feeling like lead, you lift yourself off of hyunjin before collapsing onto the mattress, the duvet cover immediately clinging to your back that’s damp with sweat. you feel hyunjin’s cum slowly begin to seep out of you and you cringe, knowing that you’re going to have to explain and apologize to felix (or whoever the owner of this room is).

beside you, hyunjin works to get his breathing back under control, his eyes closed with a blissed-out expression on his face.

“i don’t wanna get up,” he whispers into the dark room.

“so don’t.”

the two of you lie there, basking in the post-orgasm bliss that  puts you on the verge of sleep. the room smells of sex and sweat and you can’t help the small smile that makes its way onto your face, knowing that there’s no other way you’d rather spend ringing in the new year. 

you hear him moving before you feel his touch. the soft tips of his fingers caress your clammy palms before intertwining with yours, an affectionate move that has your cheeks flushing and makes you wonder how did i get so god damn lucky?

if it weren’t for hyunjin your ivy league studies would be filled with empty days and empty nights. you somehow managed to find solace in a sensitive, 5’10” boy who teases you and then whines when you tease him back. on days where the cold seems to be unbearable he keeps you warm with his skin on your skin, his lips on your lips, his heart to your heart. 

without him you’d be stuck at a prestigious school filled with prestigious people pursuing a prestigious degree that you’re not sure you even like, yet he somehow makes you forget all of that. 

and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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[bellewintersroe]

Charles Leclerc x Schumacher Daughter!

Part 3 - maybe some racing inaccuracy’s? Deep talk about loss and semi trauma?! Lila and Charles connect basically on the first date but it’s slowly burning so no kissing just yet…

Charles: maybe Tennis isn’t such a good idea? Charles: how about we go to that sangria bar next to the hotel, tonight? Or is that bad timing? Charles had text me the Tuesday after their race in Spain. Since getting his number we’d texted often, just talking about lighthearted things really- mainly Tennis, the one thing both of us could turn to as a conversation starter. I knew exactly why he didn’t think Tennis was such a good idea, there’d been leaked pictures of me playing alongside Justine, Mick’s girlfriend, leaking not only my privacy but hers and the old hotel location we were at. You would be surprised with how many people were strange enough to turn up.

So that’s how we ended tucked away in the most private Sangria bar known to Spain. We were given an abundance of breadsticks and the whole thing felt like a whole dream.

“Maybe I should change your name on my phone to Lord Perceval.” I narrowed my eyes playfully to Charles as I sipped on the sweet alcohol in my glass. I praised the Sangria in my system for ridding the nerves that previously filled my body. I was a complete wreck before meeting Charles, the fact I had to sneak out of the hotel only made things feel 10x more intense.

“That is so embarrassing.” He sniggered as I giggled back down to the table. “I need a- what do you call it a name? A nick- nickname?” He asked. “A nickname.” I nodded. “I need a nickname for you, what can I call you? Charles asked.

“Whatever you wanna call me, I don’t have many nicknames. Lila is short enough, I got Liles from my papa for a while.” It had been a long time since I heard that name. It felt nice to talk about it as I glanced back up to Charles, seeing his eyes already fixated on me. “Lila Liles. That’s what I got.”

“Lila-Liles.” Charles smiled as I giggled. “I like that one.”

“Or I got Lilo for a while, like you know… ah, how do I say it, an inflatable?” He looked instantly confused. “Inflatable?” He slowly spelt out. “Um I can’t think of it in French, you know, one of those inflatable beds that go in the pool.”

“Oh yes! Yes! A lilo. Lilo? I like that one better!” He touched my hand gently, letting out the most angelic laugh as I felt my chest tighten. He seemed perfect in every single sense, I almost couldn’t believe I was sat right next to him. This beat playing tennis any day.

“Great, Lilo it is.” I snickered as he already began changing my contact name on his phone to Lilo Liles. Despise it sounding like some kind of disease, Charles seemed amused, and the fact he’d created his own form of a nickname for me warmed something deep inside me I didn’t know was possible.

“You know, I’ve always had a soft spot for Ferrari.” I admitted after a few more conversations. “I think I told you that when I first met you, but I’m always rooting for your team.”

“Really?” Charles smiled, resting his hand on his knuckle. He was super intrigued in the conversation, listening and watching attentively. I don’t think I’d ever felt so heard in my whole life until now. The empty Sangria glasses had been long forgotten as we emerged in every topic thinkable.

“Yeah, some of the first things I remember is watching the races of my dad when I was little- for Ferrari obviously.” I explained. A

“Me too, I mean. Watching your dad race for Ferrari, I met him once!” “Oh, really?!” I lit up as he nodded eagerly. “When I was karting, he spent some time with us, I still have the things he signed of mine.” He shyly admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “And now you’re driving for Ferrari.” I pointed out as he bashfully smiled.

“My dad still watches. He always watches F1, I know he’s looking out for you and Carlos in Ferrari.” I firmed as Charles’ eyes softened, scanning over my face in awe at what I was saying. “Not the best season for him to watch me in.” He forced a laugh at himself, picking at the table slightly.

“Well if you ask me it’s completely not your fault… blame the strategist.” Charles smirked at my words. “My dad would agree, I’m sure he would.”

“Well that makes me feel better.” He nodded. “How about your dad, did he used to race?”

“He raced in Formula 3, he’s the reason why I got into racing in the first place. But ah- he passed away a couple years ago now. 2017.” Charles hesitated and I felt my heart tighten. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked that.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I had no idea.” I borderline panicked, which he must’ve heard in my voice. He looked up with a wider smile, but I could still see that very hint of sadness in his eyes, I knew because I could see it in my own, I felt it.

“Don’t be.” He touched my hand with his own, resting it there. “I like talking about him any way, it’s nice.”

“I know what you mean, we cant just forget people.” I glanced down slightly, the soft of his touch melting its way through to my heart. I’d never clicked with somebody so quick in my life, I hope I wasn’t getting ahead of myself, but this all felt so intimate. He was hesitant to move his touch away, still he only kept his hand a mere inch or two away from mine. For the first time I felt like I had stopped fidgeting in my life.

“Exactly.”

“I’m sure he’s super proud of you as well.” I then commented as another bashful smile grew on his face. “I did tell him I signed to ah- Formula 1 before he passed, that was a lie… well it kinda turned out to be true.” He laughed gently as I made eye contact, holding a smile. “Well at least it turned out not to be a lie.” I shrugged.

“Yeah. Anyway, I am sorry this is all sad, I should change the topic.” He openly spoke. “No it’s okay! It’s nice to talk about your dad, I love talking about mine- as long as it’s not with the media.” I chuckled. “Ah yes, you do a good job of keeping so- what is the word- private.” “I’ve been slacking recently…”

As the conversation continued, we chatted way into the night, right up until the bar was closing and his leg was somehow pressed right up against mine under the table. Neither of us acknowledged it, but it’s almost like we were playing a game of footsies, my stomach on literal fire anytime his foot would brush against my own.

“It’s quiet… do you want to go on a walk?” Charles asked once we’d paid and left. I was left red in the face when he insisted he’d pay, I’d never had that before. Not with any of my boyfriends.

“Yeah.” I spoke gently as I walked closely besides him. “Is it French that you speak then?” I asked as he nodded. “Ah, French and Italian. Can you speak any?” “Oui!” I exclaimed, nodding. I’d been too nervous to speak French to him before, I was pretty fluent, but some of my pronunciations I’m sure was twisted by my German and English. “Tu parles français?!” (You speak French?!) I giggled hearing the accent change from the native speaker, he sounded completely different when he spoke French, I liked it.

“Oui, et allemand. Is that how I say it? German? Allemand?” I nervously spoke as he looked excited over the fact I could speak his native language. “Allemand, Oui.” He fixed my pronunciation ever so slightly.

”My pronunciation isn't the best.” I sheepishly admitted. “No, no it’s ok.” He reassured.

”Doit-on faire le reste de la date en français?” (Should we do the rest of this date in French?” Date. My chest tightened and although I knew what this already was, hearing it leave his lips made me all giddy inside. “Si vous souhaitez.” (If you would like). “I will lose my French at some point thought.” I nervously giggled. “I’ve never been on a date before.” My shoulder bumped into his accidentally, hands clashing as Charles dramatically froze on the spot. “Never?!” He exclaimed.

“Never.” I nodded, tilting my head up to look at him. “This is your first date?!” He repeated as I nodded. “I have had boyfriends but… no first date like this first.”

“My god.” He ran his hand down the back of his head, sounding a mock stressed. “I would have made it more uh- special if I knew that!” His words softened my heart as I peered up to him as we began walking again. “No, no, I’ve had fun, I like doing things like this.” I nodded firmly as he smiled back to me. “We’ll do it again?” His brows perked slightly, feeling his fingers brush over mine as he slid his hand into mine. “We will.” Charles Leclerc you will be the death of me…

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 9

Current Moon Phase: New Moon 🌑

Before I record my new findings I must confess that I may have panicked when Enid placed her lips upon my skin. I am aware that it was illogical but I seem to be in a rather illogical state of mind as of late. I shall have to discuss this with my therapist at our next session.

Once my brain chemistry had returned to normal levels I was able to rationalize Enid's actions. As I continue to document my subject I have found it prudent to study the social behavior of wolves, as there is much overlap between them and their lycanthropic kin. I have learned that wolves will lick or 'kiss' the muzzles of their packmates as a form of greeting. This shouldn't have been surprising as some human cultures have a similar custom. Clearly Enid was greeting me in a typical werewolf manner and nothing more. Not that I would assume there to be anything more; for what more could there be?

While this new form of greeting was rather startling I feel that I could grow accustomed to it, especially as I have learned there is a much more invasive way of greeting among wolves. I have read how wolves will oftentimes stick their tongues in the mouths of their fellow packmates to gain information about them such as mood, hormonal changes, and so on. While I understand it is a simple formality I would not be ready for such a greeting yet. Perhaps Enid took this into consideration on my behalf? I shall have to ponder this later.

Seeing as I was unable to discuss the matter of being packmates the previous week I once again devised a plan for discussing it. I also wished to observe the effects, or possible lack thereof, of the new moon on my werewolf companion. With both goals firmly in mind I made a request of Enid to join me for a coffee in town. I chose this setting as to allow for greater privacy, as I did not wish to have an audience. I also did not want to catch Enid off guard so I informed her via my mobile telephone that I desired to discuss something of great importance with her.

Enid seemed very enthusiastic about receiving my message, for she sent many more in response. I assume her promptness in which she wanted to respond was the reason for her abbreviations and misspelling of many words as well as the addition of several unnecessary punctuation marks. I wrote her back informing her that her questions would be answered to the best of my abilities and that she could answer mine in turn.

Enid arrived at the Weathervane ten minutes prior to our agreed upon meeting time. She appeared to be somewhat anxious. Perhaps something had occurred during her commute? Either way she wasted no time ordering and promptly sitting down across from me at the booth I selected. She was quick to inquire as to what I wanted to discuss. I considered her for a moment. She still appeared distressed. I attempted to ease the tension by complimenting her appearance. However, my mind had once again abandoned me and I spoke not in English.

'But I already shut the door?' Enid had responded in confusion, glancing back at the entry to the Weathervane. I was most perplexed and blinked slowly. 'Why'd you ask that in a French accent?' She asked. I appeared to be speaking French this time but could not recall what I had said. Enid rose slowly as her name was called to retrieve her order. I began to panic slightly. Would I be able to discuss our status as packmates? What if this lapse in cognitive function made it infeasible to converse in English? As Enid returned to the table I quickly stood up. Perhaps I could right some of these errors with a simple werewolf greeting?

I placed my hands on Enid's arms and stretched upwards to place a quick kiss upon her cheek. Having completed the greeting I pulled back. Enid stared at me with wide eyes as she fluffed out. I was gripped with an even greater anxiety. Had I greeted her incorrectly? Enid continued to stare at me as she sat down. I hurried to mirror her and sat down as well. I prepared to intercept her question just as she began to open her mouth. Misfortune seemed to have taken favor with me, for in my haste I bungled my words. I had meant to ask 'What are we as packmates?' However, I instead asked 'Are we mates?'

Enid spat out a fair amount of coffee. Evidently she had gone to sip her drink rather than ask me a question. Her cheeks flushed with color as she wiped her mouth. I felt my own grow rather hot at my verbal faux pas. I tried again. 'S'il te plaît, pardonne-moi' I began then stopped as I was once again cursed to speak in tongues that were not applicable to my current situation. 'Willa, why do you keep talking like that?' Enid whispered. 'Je ne sais pas!' My mind was waging war against itself in an apparent attempt at self sabotage. 'Lo siento.' I had managed to switch languages but not to my intended one. I gripped the table and considered making a retreat until my sanity saw fit to return to me.

I nearly jumped as I felt Enid's soft warm hands envelope my own. 'Willa-?' She shook her head. 'Wednesday' She had begun in a much more serious tone. Without stating it directly she had commanded me to look at her. I felt trapped in those cerulean eyes as if I were stranded in the middle of the ocean without a life preserver. She applied a steady pressure to my hands. 'Do you want to be mates?' I was beginning to drown in those pools of piercing blue. I numbly felt my body act without my volition. It was as if I was a specter observing from afar. I saw myself nod but was too numb to feel it. I wanted to scream for correction; to clarify any possible misunderstanding.

'Estoy asustada.' Was all I could manage to muster. The shock of saying something so obviously against my nature was enough to break me from my paralytic state. I blinked and tore my eyes away from the wolf to scowl at myself. 'Willa, what are you saying?' She asked. 'I don't know. I think I'm going mad.' I replied earnestly. There was a moment of silence. I looked down at my captured hands. Enid was stroking them gently with her thumbs. This brought some sort of comfort. Perhaps because a formidable predator had me restrained and could end me from suffering even further embarrassment.

'I think you're having a panic attack.' The werewolf informed me. I swallowed. The shame I felt was incredible. How could I be so weak? I balled my hands into fists, or at least tried to while in the werewolf's grasp. 'Can I try something? To help you out of it?' She offered. I nodded again. 'This might hurt a little.' She said. My curiosity was piqued and then I felt it, a sharp prick. I looked down to see the werewolf digging her thumb claws into my hand. The rush of clarity and relief from my panicked state was immeasurable. I looked up at her with gratitude but for some reason my heart palpitations continued.

Enid did not catch my eye this time as she instead kept them fixed upon the hands of her captured prey. She frowned at the small beads of blood she had drawn but kept her claws in. 'I want to be mates too.' She said lightly. I felt a sudden elation I couldn't place. Obviously she meant packmates, because she knew the nuances of the situation. She was choosing to abbreviate the term as I had done, likely as a way to comfort me and my disastrous initial attempt at beginning the conversation.

'I want to take things slow but I don't know if I can, with you.' She had said with a shy smile. I too felt the hint of a grin tug at my lips until her eyes pounced upon me again. I froze like a mouse before a cat. I remained trapped in her gaze as she once again applied pressure to my hand with her claws. A discomfiting sound escaped my lips which I shall not elaborate on further. I wanted nothing more than for my packmate to maul me in that moment. I believe some part of her desired that as well for the look she gave me not so subtly indicated a deep hunger. As if anticipating death, or at the very least a light maiming at her hands, I felt myself lean forward slightly.

A heard the quietest of growls escaped her as she leaned closer in turn. Her lips began to part and I felt my own reciprocate. My mind began to fill with a suffocating haze and my heartbeat thundered deafeningly in my ears. Just as I thought she was about to close the gap between us she paused. 'Wens?' The concern in her voice struck me like a slap across the face. What had I done now? I followed her gaze downward. I appeared to be gripping her hands for dear life. My body also seemed to be experiencing mild tremors, likely a new symptom manifesting from the current madness engulfing me.

I quickly released her hands and withdrew. I looked out the window in an attempt to quell my mind and conceal my illness. 'Sorry.' I heard the werewolf murmur. 'I guess that was a little too fast, huh?' Yes, perhaps it was too soon for a mauling and a public setting such as the Weathervane felt rather inappropriate for such an intimate matter. I agreed and kept my eyes averted. I was unable to complete any further research.

Dear Diary,

So I know last time I said this but - you are NOT going to believe what happened today! 😳 Okay, so first of all Willa asked if we could go grab coffee with the most ominous text ever 😰

Enid, I humbly request your presence at the Weathervane this morning at 9am sharp. We must discuss an important matter regarding the status of our relationship that can no longer be avoided.

I thought I was going to DIE! 😵 That was somehow so much worse than just 'we need to talk.' And of course she didn't elaborate on in further when I started panic texting her back I was so worried that I misread her signals (which, like, can anyone read her signals? Is she even sending signals?) when I kissed her last week. I was scared that I messed up and she was going to ask to move out or something 😥

But! I noticed she's kept the wolf stuffed animal I left her so I figured there was maybe a 50/50 chance she just maybe, possibly, wanted to ask me out? Anyway, I showed up early (because I was losing my mind!) I order, I go over to her, I ask her what's up and she says 'Jhut da door'? Maybe it was French? (I don't know, I never paid attention in that class) And I was so confused and then they called my order -

Anyway! I get back, Willa gets up, and OHMYGOD. SHE. KISSED. ME. (on the cheek) 😵 I didn't know what was going on but at least I wasn't worried about her asking to move out anymore But it didn't stop there - I go to have a sip of my coffee and Willa just blurts out 'Are we mates?' OMG I thought I was going to shoot coffee out my nose - Were we dating this whole time and I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT IT?

I started freaking out - Willa started freaking out - we were both freaking OUT 😨😨 Willa starts speaking in French and maybe some other language at some point. I ask what's going on and she looks like she's about to run. I take her hands to try and calm her down. I have to have an answer! I have to try to calm down so I can ask if she wants to be mates, because Willa-! Do you know what you're asking? 😳😳😳 She has this terrified look in her eyes but nods. I feel like I'm about to wolf out in the middle of the Weathervane, she looks like she's screaming internally, and then she whispers something. (Willa! What are you saying?) I ask her what she's saying and then she just gives me this dead-eyed look and is like 'I think I'm going mad.' OMG. Willa. You're not mad - just emotionally constipated!

But then I noticed something really going wrong. I could smell her adrenaline and cortisol levels going through the roof. I think that took everything out of her just to ask if we are romantically involved 😥 I just kept holding her hands and let her know that I think she's having a panic attack. Her panic only seems to get worse and now she looks like she wants to die. 😰 I know suggesting breathing exercises, and talking it out aren't going to work at that moment so I went with the next best thing… I dug my claws into her hands. 😔 I know that pain is one of the few things that could pull her out of a panic attack but I don't like it.

Once I start drawing blood… I could smell that it stopped. I told her that I wanted to be mates too... She didn't say anything but her response was obvious. However, when I went to look at her she became immediately frightened. Worried that she might have another panic attack, I squeezed her hands again. She, uh 😳 She made an interesting noise! I couldn't take my eyes off her now and she started leaning forward. Just as I start leaning forward to share our 💕 first kiss 💕 she starts shaking like a leaf! 😣💔 I stop and she pulls away like she's terrified. She practically curled up into a ball! I apologized for taking things too fast. (I just really wanted to kiss her )

She didn't talk much after that. I felt so bad. 😢 I know Wednesday can get overwhelmed really quickly from anything having to do with emotions or expressing them openly. I told her I was going to leave, you know, to give her some space if she needed, but she shook her head, got up and took my hand saying that she was going with me - with her mate ❤️

#ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday x enid #wenclair #wednesday is oblivious #wednesday is soft for enid #wholesomefluffdaddy

[maxsimagination]

𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲 - 𝗺.𝗳𝗼𝘄𝗹𝗲𝗿

warnings: none

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we had done it. we were through to the quarter finals. the crowd went wild as the full time whistle was blown. everyone was on their feet, cheering and clapping as we all ran together, celebrating with each other the achievement we just accomplished. by now the whole team was back in the changing rooms, and it was a party.

i was stood next to mary, we were like best friends to the team but no one knew how close we actually were.

we had met in the under 20s, when we were around 15, and started dating when we were 16. that was four years ago now, and we both turned 20 in the last couple of months. i was ecstatic when i was called up, it was my debut for the national team on a world stage.

mary had already gotten the call a few days before me and she was just as happy. we had made it through all of the group stages, having just won the last one against denmark.

the next game was the quarter finals against france. we had a week until that kicked off so the team was heading back to the hotel for the night. it was almost a party on the bus back, but when we got inside everyone looked drained and headed to their own rooms.

i went to mine, had a shower and waited until the hallway was clear before sneaking into mary's room. she was already waiting for me, and i ran into her arms.

"why don't we just tell them?" we were lying on the bed now, just enjoying each others' company, but my mind had wandered elsewhere. "tell who? the team?" "yea." she paused for a second.

"i'm not sure. why are we keeping it secret?"

"we just wanted privacy. no media." a comfortable silence fell over us again and we ended up falling asleep together on her bed.

a knocking on mary's door woke me up and i realised where i was. "mary, wake up or i'm coming in!" i could hear alanna on the other side threatening to come in. "maz wake up!" i whispered to my sleeping partner, shaking her a bit to wake her up.

"what? i'm up, i'm up!"

i clamp my hand over her mouth so alanna doesn't hear. "lani is at your door, she's gonna come in, i need to hide." mary sobered up immediately and directed me to the bed while she called out to lani and said she's coming.

i slipped under the hotel bed, such a cliche place for me to hide but it would have to do. "have you seen y/n?" i could here lani ask mary. "she's not responding to me knocking on her door and i can't find her anywhere else." whoops. i hoped mary would keep her composure and pretend she hadn't seen me.

"i haven't seen her at all today, maybe she's out getting breakfast or something?" i breathed out a silent sigh of relief as lani thanked mary and left.

i crawled out from under her bed and shook myself off. "you should probably get back to your own room before lani figure out i sent her astray." i looked up at mary to see her smirking at me. "shut up maz, i'm going." i kisses her on the cheek, grabbed my things i had left from last night and slipped out the door.

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a week had gone by and now we were playing in the quarters against france. i was bouncing off the walls with nerves, and the team could tell. we all lined up in the tunnel, parallel with the french players. i forced myself not to look at them, ignore them and focus on myself. we all walked out onto the field, the crowd was enormous, almost 80 thousand people.

everyone got into positions, we were all somewhat nervous but sam assured us that we could do it. we could get further than we ever had before. she was on the bench to start with so steph had the captains armband. the ref and touch judges were all on the middle with the ball, steph walking forward to stand with them, opposite french captain wendie renard.

we had possession first, the touches went off the field and the ref blew her whistle. we were off.

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it was half time and neither team had scored, it was nil all. tony was nervous, he was trying not to show it but you could tell. we all ran back on, starting the second half. the french were tough to break, they had an attack to match our own and they fought tooth and nail. i was growing tired of the back and forth between us and they got more agitated that they hadn't scored yet.

tony was getting frustrated so he subbed sam on for the first time that game. she immediately got her feet on the ball and had a shot at goal, but couldn't quite make it. we kept playing on but eventually the ref called the full time whistle. my head whipped to the clock to see that it had been the full 90 minutes.

it felt like just a couple of minutes ago we were running back out here for the second half.

it went into extra time, both of the fifteen minute halves were unsuccessful for both teams. this meant the last resort was penalty shootouts. it was caitlin foord that took our first shot, scoring us 1-0. it was a high-stress moment and we keep going, back and forth, until it came down to me to score the last goal. i stood in front the ball, lining up where i would kick it.

i took steps back, a deep breath then ran up and booted it into the back of the net.

the crowd in the stadium erupted in cheers and i turned to run back to my team. we had made it to the semi finals! mary was the first to reach me and picked me up, spinning me around and smashing her lips to mine. i didn't have a second thought and returned the favour. i think the whole team stopped when they saw and everyone was confused.

they still crashed into us and everyone was cheering but when we broke apart, alanna pulled me over. "since when? you and mary?"

i just laughed. "surprise. it's been four years." lani's face dropped, she was shocked. "how did we not know?" i could hear the screech in her voice over the cheers of the crowd, but only shrugged at her astonished face.

"you guys clearly aren't as observant as you think."

i cheekily grinned and ran away from her as she yelled out and ran after me. i caught up with mary after escaping lani and she was ecstatic that we had won, and could finally be together in the open. "what did you tell her?" she referenced lani's interrogation.

"i told her 'surprise'."

#woso #woso x reader #woso community #mary fowler #mary fowler x reader #mary fowler imagine

[lostquinn]

Les avoir, c'est avoir les ètoiles

Connor (dbh) x gn!reader

Fluff // pining // accidental confession

Summary - Connor pines over you at the police department until he sees Gavin Reed trying to flirt with you. The android puts the asshole in his place and kind of declares his love for you by accident.

Connor>>>> ps he can speak French in this because I said so u.u

Warning - implied harassment?

Word count - 968

Connors LED blinked a soft, calming blue as he watched you from his desk. Aside from work, you had become his latest obsession and you hadn't seemed to notice it yet.

He leant forward in his chair as you began to disappear further into the break room, lifing his head to get a better view. Hank kicked the desk as he noticed Connor, catching his attention.

"Go say something or get on with your work for Christ's sake," Hank grumbled as he looked at the android.

Hank had had enough of witnessing Connor pining after you, constantly getting distracted whenever you were around. The android acted differently around you, constantly fumbling and staring.

"I can't do that," He whispered, his eyes darting to Hank.

When he looked back to you, he noticed Gavin leaning over you. There was a cocky grin plastered on his face and he was too close for Connors liking. Connors eyes narrowed at the sight and his features hardened.

"It looks like you want to,"

Connor was already gone from his desk before Hank finished his sentence. He had Hanks mug in hand, planning to use it as an excuse to be in there. Hank watched Connor as he moved towards the break room, as if he was on a mission and stood up. He followed shortly behind Connor with a sign, ready to witness a fight.

"So, how about we sneak off to an interrogation and I show you-" Gavin said to you, he was interrupted by Connor pushing his way between the two of you.

You took a step back, relieved by Connors appearance. A slight blush glazed your face as you noticed him glance at from the corner of his eye. He seemed mad about something, you would have asked if Gavin hadn't started shouting.

"You plastic prick! I know you just follow orders like a lap dog so follow mine. Piss off, we were busy. Now stop being a cock block."

Connor turned his head to look at Gavin and you could just tell he was glaring at the other man. He dropped the spoon that he was using to make coffee before turning to completely face Gavin.

His shoulders were squared and you could hardly see Gavin past him. Your mouth sat agape as you watched Connor, noticing Hank leaning in the doorway from the corner of your eye.

"You have no respect for them Reed, you should leave them alone."

"Oh I respect them plenty. Stop stealing jobs from people you prick." Gavin tried to push Connor.

"You don't care for them they way they deserve to be cared for. Detective [name] here deserves to be worshipped, les avoir, c'est avoir les étoiles. You dont even deserve the time of day that such an amazing, beautiful person gives you,"

The blush on your face darkened as you listened to Connors words, leaning just enough so that you could see his LED glowing red. Gavin frowned at Connor as he spoke.

"You don't love them the way I do, you only care for their body so I suggest you leave them alone or I will remove you from the area."

Gavin left with a scoff, storming out of the break room through to the doors of the police department. Hank also left the breakroom, heading back to his desk to allow Connor some privacy, cursing over how oblivious the two of you were.

The android stood still, his back to you as his LED blinked yellow. "I said that aloud didn't I?" His voice trembled.

"Yeah- Connor?" You started, grabbing his sleeve and pulling his arm so that he would face you. "Did you mean everything you said? And what does the French mean-?" You stuttered, fumbling slightly through your words as you looked up at him.

"I did." He briefly pursed his lips. "It means 'to have them is to have the stars'" He locked his eyes onto the floor, shuffling his weight.

You placed one of your hands on his cheek, it was soft and warm. Thirium had been pumping to his cheeks and they glowed a soft blue - he was blushing. You traced your thumb along his cheek bone as you leant up and placed a delicate kiss on his cheek.

One of his hands held your wrist, keeping your hand on his cheek as he met your eyes. His eyes searched your face, memorising every detail as he had done so many times before. He had never been this close to you, his thirium pump pounding in his chest as he embraced the proximity.

"I'm glad you said something," you smiled at him.

"You are?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

You leant up to whisper in his ear, butterflies filling your stomach as you spoke softly. "I feel the same way,"

He moved his hand from your wrist to your hand, lifting it off of his cheek and tangling your fingers together. You were both nervous, unsure of who was to act next.

Connor broke the awkward moment as he placed his free hand on the small of your back, smashing his lips against yours.

Your free hand sat on his chest, bracing yourself against him as you melted into the kiss. It was too short for both of you but it being your first kiss and the two of you being full of nerves it was not supposed to be good.

He continued to place a kiss on your cheek, as you had done to him, then looked at you. His eyes were soft as he met yours, his demeanour had changed completely from when he had entered and he was back to being the Connor you knew well.

"Will you allow me to take you on a date sometime?"

"I would love that,"

#dbh connor x reader #detroid become human #detroit rk800 #rk800 #connor dbh fluff #hank anderson #detroit become human #writers on tumblr

[satansapostle6]

Kids | Rodrick Heffley

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Rodrick Heffley becomes obsessed when he finally meets his thirty-five year old band mate, Bill Walter’s, younger sister.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Sexual content.

“French Inhale”

“Kids”

“Rodrick!”

“…Hi, Mom.”

Rodrick Heffey looked around awkwardly as he stepped through the threshold into his home with Sara.

“You’re home! And you brought Sara! How was school?” Susan Heffley asked enthusiastically.

“Uh… It was okay,” he responded, embarrassed by his mother’s presence.

He had thought she’d be at the store or something when he got home, giving him enough time to settle into his room with Sara before she arrived.

“How about you, Sara?” Susan asked with an almost too friendly smile. “How was your day?”

“It was alright, thanks, Mrs. Heffley,” Sara smiled courteously.

Things were fine ever since everything that had happened between the two of them, but still, there was a distance between Sara Walter and Susan Heffley that seemed to bother Susan more so than it did her son’s girlfriend.

“Oh, I’ve told you a hundred times! Call me ‘Susan’!” she said with the widest smile Sara had ever seen, creeping out of ‘smile’ territory and more into ‘grimace’ territory.

“Okay… Susan,” Sara said uncomfortably, trying her best to continue the flow of the conversation as naturally as she could.

But Susan was giving her almost nothing.

“Anyways… We’re just gonna go upstairs,” Rodrick announced hastily, “I already finished all my homework…”

Sara gave one final shy smile as she promptly followed her boyfriend upstairs, only for Susan to look up at them in a panic as she still held a full laundry basket in her hands.

“Okay! Remember to leave the door open, Rodrick!” she called hopefully, as Rodrick only half-closed the door, leaving just enough room while still ensuring at least a small amount of privacy.

Rodrick sighed as he threw his backpack at the wall, flopping onto his bed as Sara just watched.

“What’s wrong?” she wondered, sitting at the foot of the bed.

“Nothing. My mom just tries too hard,” he groaned.

Sara paused for a moment, understanding where he was coming from as she thoughtfully ran a hand through her shoulder length, balayaged hair.

“It’s sweet,” she offered.

“Yeah, I know,” Rodrick sighed, feeling somewhat guilty. “But it’s weird.”

“I don’t really mind,” she shrugged. “I appreciate it. In its own weird way.”

“It’s so embarrassing, though,” he complained.

“Hey,” Sara reminded him firmly, “Your mom’s trying… Why do you think we’re always at your place instead of mine?”

“Because your mom goes for losers?” Rodrick guessed.

“Wow,” Sara scoffed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, baby,” he apologized quickly.

“I didn’t say you were wrong,” she reminded him as she lay next to him on her side, head propped up on her arm as she looked at him expectantly.

Rodrick just melted at the sight of her, sighing as he gave in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. It seemed Sara had a plan, her subtly affectionate kisses slowly becoming more drawn out and purposeful. Rodrick was beginning to enjoy himself even more as her rested a hand on her hip, before a loud interruption.

“Rodrick?!”

He grunted irritably as he pulled away from her with reluctance, closing his eyes for a minute before he responded.

“Yeah?!” he yelled.

There was a quick pause.

“I’m going to the fundraising event for Greg’s school! I’m taking Manny, but Greg doesn’t wanna go, and Rowley’s here, so you’re in charge!” Susan shouted. “Make sure they behave! I’m already running late!”

“Okay!” Rodrick agreed, waiting for a response before he turned back to Sara.

He grinned, seeming rather pleased with himself despite not having done anything.

“Looks like we get the house to ourselves,” he remarked, as Sara chuckled softly.

She slowly sat up, swinging a leg over Rodrick’s lap as he watched her with sleepy eyes, a goofy grin on his face as she leaned in to kiss him. He pulled her closer, hands softly brushing over her form as she threw her arms around him. Rodrick felt even more smug as her tongue entered his mouth. He brushed his tongue against hers, flicking it playfully before another loud sound caught his attention.

“Hey Rodrick, I wanted to ask you— AAAAHHHH!”

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!”

Two loud yells filled the room as Rodrick looked to the doorway to find his younger brother looking petrified at what he’d accidentally walked in on. Completely panicking, Rodrick screamed loudly as he did whatever he could to make the situation appear more normal, the very first thing he instinctively thought to do unfortunately being shoving whatever was on his lap off of the bed.

Unfortunately, it had been Sara that was on his lap, landing on the floor of his room with a loud thud.

“Get the fuck out, you little pervs!” Rodrick boomed.

“I’m sorry!” Rowley Jefferson whimpered apologetically, sounding traumatized.

“I’m sorry! It was an accident!” his younger brother Greg exclaimed, as he and his best friend Rowley both stood with their hands covering their eyes as if someone was naked.

“What the fuck are you guys even doing in here?!” Rodrick demanded as Sara frustratedly picked herself up off the floor, sitting back down on the bed as she panted slowly.

“I-I just… Wanted to ask you a question!” Greg Heffley told his brother.

“No! Get the fuck out!” Rodrick yelled at him.

“Please, can I just ask you something?” Greg pleaded.

“Please?” Rowley begged, eyes still tightly covered.

“What is it, Greg?” Sara asked, in spite of Rodrick’s protests.

“No!” Rodrick said bitterly.

“Rodrick, please?” Greg looked at him with his childish puppy dog eyes. “Just hear me out, please—”

“Alright, fine! If it’ll get you to leave!” Rodrick caved. “What is it?”

Rowley slowly lowered his hands as he looked around the room, paranoid.

“Mom said we can’t leave the house unless it’s with you,” Greg told his older brother. “And we really wanna go to this party at Dani’s house—”

“Dani?” Rodrick scoffed. “What makes you think a girl like that would wanna hang out with you two fucktards?”

“She said we could come!” Greg exclaimed. “Come on, Rodrick. Please?!”

“No! Fuck off!” Rodrick complained.

“Wait,” Sara said, looking between her boyfriend and the two kids. “You wouldn’t happen to mean Dani Gomez, would you?”

Greg looked at her funny. “Yeah. You know her?”

“That’s Christy Gomez’s little sister,” Sara deduced, turning to Rodrick.

He didn’t get it right away. “Who?”

Sara leaned in, whispering so that only he could hear. “The girl who sells molly.”

Rodrick’s eyes slowly widened as he turned to look back at the two middle school boys, quickly coming to a conclusion.

“Alright. Grab your shit. We’re going,” he determined.

“Yes!”

Greg and Rowley were both ecstatic as they ran off to Greg’s room. Rodrick thought for a moment as he addressed Sara.

“Babe, do you have any cash?” he murmured. “Cuz, I got none.”

“Lemme check,” Sara murmured, reaching for her bag.

She pulled a decent wad of bills out of her wallet. Rodrick watched her quickly counting the money as it passed through each of her hands, sounding like one of those machines he’d seen in the movies. He found it weirdly attractive how fast she could count money.

“20, 40, 60, 80… Yeah. We’re gonna party,” she assured him with a grin.

*****

When Sara and Rodrick arrived at Christy’s house that random Wednesday, they quickly found out that this was one of those rare occasions on which she did not have any molly to sell. So, Sara and Rodrick decided to stay and make do with the various ‘refreshments’ they had been provided with.

They were sitting in the backyard with the fifteen or so other kids around their age or so as everyone either talked, smoked, or drank, or most likely some combination thereof. There were enough people that either of them knew for them to stay without feeling awkward, but there was no one they knew particularly well. So, Sara had texted Lauren, while Rodrick had texted the guys from the band.

Chris, Ben, and Bill would all be arriving together within the hour, meanwhile Lauren would be coming once she got off of work. So, as they sat on a table talking with Christy and a couple of others while they waited, Rodrick and Sara sipped on cold Banquets, trying to hide their boredom as they listened to the two guys Christy and her friend Jenna were standing with.

Christy Gomez was a couple of years ahead of Rodrick and Sara, having graduated Crossland the year before. She was best known for her Jersey Shore-esque fashion sense, oddly elitist personality, and of course, chronic possession of molly, and chronic. Sara couldn’t stand her, but pretending she did came with a lot of perks.

Although she sold a lot of different things, from drugs to designer shades, Christy was one of those girls who stood in the back judging the girls actually dancing at raves. She was popular, but not well-liked. She was one of the few girls with an alternative fashion sense who still befriended the boys who seemed like they committed hate crimes on the weekends.

The two boys standing with them at the moment were Matt Lewis and Jack Garrett, a jock and an irritating skateboard owner. Sara specifically described Jack as a skateboard owner due to the fact that, despite him carrying one wherever he went, nobody had ever seen him actually skateboard.

Lauren wasn’t exactly pleased to find Sara and the guys standing around talking with her ex from sophomore year when she arrived.

“Dude, I don’t even know why I fucked her!” he laughed obnoxiously as he told a story.

Sara looked at Rodrick, unimpressed, as he just responded by silently taking a sip of his beer as he continued listening. Lauren was currently on her third eye roll of the night. Between having to walk there and not having any molly, Rodrick was in a somewhat irritable mood, especially having to deal with Matt Lewis, the football star who had made fun of him freshman year.

“Did you at least hit it doggy style?” Matt asked him. “Cuz you know she’s got a dog face!”

The two guys cackled as Christy and Jenna did everything in their power to validate them, seeming as if they were trying to one-up their laughs. Things only got more ‘interesting’ once Chris, Ben, and Bill showed up three beers later, adding fuel to the fire of the conversation as Sara sat with her leg draped over Rodrick’s, quietly sipping her drink as the guys talked.

“Fuck, I hate girls who are into politics,” Matt announced, “They just always talk too much!”

Sara and Chris immediately looked at one another as Jack and Ben hopped on that bandwagon. It took a while for the sexist laughter to die down, but the second it did, Rodrick looked to his girlfriend to try and gauge what was going to happen next. He grinned slightly, already buzzed as he realized things were about to get interesting.

Chris and Bill, on the other hand, we’re becoming increasingly worried.

“As opposed to what?” Sara said quietly.

Everyone turned to look at her as the conversation came to a natural lull. Christy and Jenna were quiet, judging in silence, but the boys were too far gone to hold in their reactions in any way. Lauren, on the other hand, was already giggling readily.

“Huh?” Matt said stupidly.

“Sara,” Bill said quietly, not disagreeing, but pleading.

“As opposed to two guys who seem to hate women so much, they seem to wanna fuck each other?” Sara provided, hopping off the table as she just stood there.

“Hey, what are you trying to say?!” Matt demanded, shoulders stiffening.

“I’m sorry, should I take it down to a first grade reading level?” she retorted.

Rodrick hid a smile behind the beer in his hand as he and Lauren looked at one another.

“Yo, what the fuck is your problem?” Jack demanded, taking a swig of his drink.

“I don’t have a problem,” Sara said lightly. “If you two want the room, you can have it.”

Rodrick could see plainly that Matt was fuming, as Jack stood next to him, angrily trying to contemplate their next move. Sara doubled down, glaring up at Matt as everyone remained dead silent. No one knew exactly what was going to happen next, until fortunately, a small voice interrupted the conversation.

“Rodrick?!”

They all turned to see Greg standing by the back door, panting.

“What?!” Rodrick yelled, not feeling like dealing with him.

Sara glowered in Matt’s direction, then turned to Bill, who was silently asking her to stand down. Begrudgingly, she looked at all of them one last time before grabbing Lauren and leading Greg away.

“What is it, Greg?” she asked urgently.

“…A lot!” he decided, grabbing her arm in fear. “Sara! They-They were playing spin the bottle, and then Rowley, he-he—“

“Okay, breathe!” Sara instructed. “Focus!”

Greg nodded, slowly centering himself. “We… We were playing spin the bottle, and then it landed on me and Holly… But then Fregley came in, and he stole a beer, and—”

“Hold on, Fregley was invited to this thing?!”Lauren cried.

“Focus!” Greg yelled back.

“Okay, sorry.”

“Fregley snuck a beer, cuz Dani told him to, and he gave it to Rowley, and Rowley threw up, and he’s crying…!” Greg summarized in a panic. “I don’t know what to do!”

Sara looked back in Rodrick’s direction, not seeing him paying attention, before she let out a long sigh as she and Lauren locked eyes.

“Where is he?”

“Come on,” Greg dragged her along, sounding somewhat relieved.

He led the two girls into Dani’s bedroom, which all the kids, except for Dani and Fregley, had deserted due to the mess that had been made. Rowley sat on the floor, ginger hair a mess as he sobbed uncontrollably in front of the mess. Sara huffed irritably as she sat beside him, hand on his shoulder.

“Rowley. What happened?” she asked him.

“I-I-I…” the kid was a mess. “I tried to drink the beer… But I drank it too fast, and I threw up…”

“He had turkey for lunch!” Fregley interrupted, as Sara, Lauren, and Greg all looked at him in disgust.

“Fregley, shut the fuck up!” Sara said impatiently. “You know what, everybody out! Everybody who’s not Rowley or Greg, get the fuck out!”

“But, my room!” Dani complained. “It’s a mess!”

“And we’ll clean it up,” Lauren told her. “Now get out, or I’m telling your parents you told Fregley to get the beer!”

That seemed to work as the other two kids cleared the room, leaving the girls with Greg and Rowley.

“Greg, go with Lauren and get me some paper towels, and some water, please,” Sara said as calmly as she could. “Or ginger ale, if you can find it.”

“Okay,” Greg agreed, getting up automatically.

“Rowley. How do you feel?” she said softly, hand resting on his back.

“Sad,” he mumbled, sniffling aggressively. “Thank you, Sara.”

She could tell he was having a rough time.

“Honey, I need you to think for me, okay? Do you still feel sick in any way? Like you’re gonna throw up again?” she asked him, examining him in every way possible.

“N-No,” he shook his head as she carefully felt for his body temperature.

“Do you feel clammy? Like you’re gonna faint?” she asked.

“…No.”

She sighed, still uneasy about the whole thing.

“I think we have to call your parents,” she said quietly.

“But… Greg says we’ll get in trouble!” Rowley protested half-heartedly.

“I’d rather you get in trouble then get really sick,” she pointed out.

“But… I don’t feel sick anymore!” he offered.

“Rowley… This is really serious. If something happens… or your parents find out somehow, everyone could get in a lot of trouble. Not you, but me, and Rodrick, and Mr. and Mrs. Heffley, and Dani’s parents, too,” Sara reasoned. “I really don’t like this.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Heffley could get into trouble?!” Rowley cried.

“Possibly, yes,” Sara nodded. “You’re a kid. Giving you alcohol is a crime, dude.”

“But, Fregley’s a kid, too!”

“Fregley wouldn’t be the one held accountable. It would be Dani’s parents, because this is their house, and also Greg and Rodrick’s parents, because you were under their care,” Sara tried to explain.

“But, I feel better! Really, I do!” Rowley insisted. “Please don’t tell my parents! I’ll never drink again!”

Sara sighed exhaustedly, sitting with her own thoughts for a moment until Lauren and Greg came into the room with paper towels and a bottle of water.

“Will you please not tell my parents?” Rowley begged as Greg just sat down on the floor, anxiously awaiting Sara’s decision.

“Rowley…” Lauren said regretfully, a sympathetic expression on her face.

Sara paused for a moment, stressed and somewhat inebriated as she cracked open the water bottle and handed it to Rowley. Sara knew that she had built up a certain level of improved responsibility in the past few years, but then again, she also knew the kind of things she was doing at Rowley’s age.

“Drink this, slowly,” Lauren instructed him. “Finish it. If you’re fine by then…” Sara trailed off for a moment. “Me and Rodrick took you to Dani’s house. You’re tired. If you seem kinda sick, you don’t know anything about it. Got it?” she said quietly.

Rowley nodded vigorously, grateful for her discretion. “Thank you! Thank you, Sara!”

She just sighed, shaking her head as she bundled up the paper towels and got to work. She told Greg and Rowley to wait out in the front yard as she and Lauren told Rodrick that they were all leaving, explaining to him what had happened.

“Shit… Okay,” he eventually came to terms with it. “Let’s go. I’ll tell the guys.”

“Okay,” Sara nodded as she followed.

Chris, Ben, and Bill were still stuck outside with Christy and the other two guys, talking about God knows what. Rodrick met Bill’s eyes as he told him that something had happened, and they were leaving.

“Already?!” Ben complained. “It’s not even seven yet!”

Sara and Rodrick both ignored him completely.

“We’re leaving, guys,” Rodrick reiterated. “Catch you later.”

“Oh, you’re so pussy-whipped!” Matt laughed, as Ben laughed with him. “Seriously, dude? For a girl who’s probably had more guys inside her than a locker room?”

“Shut the fuck up, Matt,” Lauren snapped, as the guys only got more annoying. “Everyone knows you’re a pathetic sack of shit with a shrimp dick!”

The expression on Rodrick Heffley’s face, however, quickly changed from playfully exasperated to completely void of humor. Bill also was growing increasingly uncomfortable as he visibly seemed to take a more aggressive stance.

“What did you just say?” Rodrick asked Matt, slowly stepping toward him as everything else disappeared for him.

Matt laughed awkwardly, seeming for some reason surprised by the reaction.

“Yo!” he protested.

“What the fuck did you just say, man?!” Bill boomed as some heads began to turn in their direction.

“Woah! Calm down, it was just a joke, man,” he laughed insufferably. “Come on! You can’t take a joke?!”

“That’s not a joke,” Lauren said warningly, as Rodrick just remained quiet.

“Rodrick? Sara?”

Rodrick was already too far gone, but Sara looked toward the back door, alarmed, as Greg and Rowley both stood out in the backyard, waiting for them to leave.

“Yeah… No one talks about my sister like that,” Bill towered over him, pointing an accusing finger.

“Greg! Rowley!” Sara warned. “Go outside!”

“But, Sara,” Greg protested, seeing what was going on with Rodrick.

“Go!” Sara boomed.

Neither of the boys listened, and she was too preoccupied with Rodrick.

“Don’t make me make you regret that, you fucking piece of shit,” Rodrick threatened Matt, on an aggressive high.

“Jeez! You and your fucking feminazi girlfriend!”

A loud, distinctive cracking sound filled the air. There were gasps, shouts, and even a couple screams. Greg gasped silently, while Rowley started to panic. Sara saw as the poor kid looked like he was about to start crying.

“What the fuck?!” Christy shrieked in horror.

Sara didn’t speak, and Lauren was completely stunned as she just stood there for a moment, mouth agape as she stood beside Bill, who instinctively rested a protective hand on her back. For a split second, Sara had no idea what had happened, but one thing was for sure. Matt’s nose was broken.

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“Break Stuff”

#rodrick heffley #rodrick fanfic #rodrick rules #rodrick x reader #rodrick x y/n #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #diary of a wimpy kid #doawk rodrick #doawk #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick heffley x reader #devon bostick

[sizzleissues]

Continued Speak my Language just a slight bit if anyone’s interested.

Edit : Got an Ao3 link now <- Both one-shots up

Again, base idea by @nervousbelieverstarfish

Hold On (1407 words)

She was always quiet at first. They’d find their spot at the back of the school library; the classics section that no one was ever in unless they wanted privacy and set up there. After the first day when they had found the main area too bright and too echoey to bear, they’d (well he’d) dragged a couple chairs into the more shaded section and staked their permanent claim. They’d sit in the seats they always sat in, Marinette facing him and the bookshelf and Adrien facing the pathway down. It would take five minutes of gentle prodding to get her to speak more than a couple words. Then there was no silencing her. 

That trait of hers made it so often they'd end up sitting on a bench outside the school after being kicked out for disturbing the quiet. Depending on the day she'd be mortified into silence or dedicated to getting even louder. 

Adrien didn't mind one bit.

After two weeks of finding themselves stranded outside, Marinette surprised him.

“So, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to mine instead, to tutor me? We can be as loud as we want in my bedroom and it's not too far from your house.”

Adrien shut the French book he'd been showing her and placed it between them. Going to her house was definitely closer to being friend friends then school friends. (Which was already a step up from tutor and student but he'd allowed the change because it would be awkward otherwise.) The voice inside him told him to make something up about not being allowed but that didn’t really make any sense. He wanted to say yes and he was already allowed to stay late at school to tutor her, why not at her house?

“Sure,” Adrien said. He felt a lot lighter all of a sudden. Had his self-imposed isolation really weighed on him that badly? “That sounds perfect.”

“Great! We can walk there after school tomorrow.”

Marinette stood with a grin on her face, picking up her school bag and books. 

“Say that in French,” Adrien said. Her smile dropped from her mouth but her eyes still remained lit. She pursed her lips in thought and then produced after a few seconds of thinking;

“Good. We will walk there after school… tomorrow!”

“You’re getting better!”

“Because of my excellent mentor.”

-

“You live over a bakery!”

Marinette looked behind her shoulder at him to where he’d stopped in his tracks. She laughed and went back to unlocking the door.

“My parents own the bakery.” She pushed the door open and stepped for Adrien to walk into a small stairwell, his mouth hanging open. They’d walked right past the customer entrance to their private one but from a brief glance he could tell it was popular. How had she not mentioned this? If it were him that would be the first thing he’d say. 

“That’s so cool.”

She led him up the staircase into the apartment above the bakery and then quickly through it up to her attic bedroom. The smell of baked goods chased them up the entire way and he realised why Marinette always smelt so good, it was the scent of fresh bread and cinnamon. 

Her bedroom was far enough away to allow for its own aroma, something floral and sweet to match the pink decor. It made perfect sense that a room like this belonged to Marinette, it was everything she was and more. A little chaotic with clutter but with a purpose to its madness, soft with cushions and plush furniture that invited him to relax. There were magazine cut outs along the walls from different fashion lines as well as what appeared to be her own designs pinned beside them. She walked past it all, clearing off the love seat at the back of the room for them to sit on. 

“We can sit here. Ignore the mess,” Marinette said. 

Adrien sat down, placing his bag at his feet. He was in awe of how much personality she’d crammed into her one room when all he’d managed to have done to his room of fifteen years was stick up a Ladybug poster a week ago and call it a day.

“Your room is amazing.”

Her cheeks turned a light pink as she turned away. Perhaps he’d sounded a little too amazed.

“I tried to make it feel like my room in China but it feels like it's missing something.” She crossed to the other side of her room and pulled her desk chair back with her to sit on.

“Why’d you never mention that your parents owned a bakery before?”

“It didn’t really come up. Before my parents met my Papa ran a bakery here but he closed it to move to China with my Maman.”

He couldn’t imagine how that might have felt. He didn’t have much to close up and leave behind. Not anything that would care if he left anyway.

“Marinette?” Someone called, followed by the trapdoor swinging open. A large man with an impressive mustache stuck his head through it, a tray filled with treats carried in his hand. This must be her father. Her father’s eyes landed on Adrien, seated politely on his daughter’s love seat, widening slightly. Had she not told her parents? 

“Papa! Out!” Marinette dove across the room. She grabbed the tray from his hands as a teasing smile started to spread across her father’s lips.

“Is this your boyf—.” 

Marinette slammed the trapdoor shut, forcing her grinning father out. She lay on top of it and looked back to Adrien with an embarrassed expression.

“Sorry about him.”

“Boyfriend?” He said it without meaning, mulling over the logical conclusion to M Dupain’s words. Boyfriend was definitely a bigger step up than friends. He couldn’t tell how that word felt in his mouth but it wasn’t a terrible taste. He could see it suiting him one day.

Marinette turned pink, scrambling up to her feet before falling down again.

“I don’t think you’re my boyfriend! I was just talking about our lessons to my Mom and he misunderstood. Mandarin's his second language so sometimes we speak too fast for him and he made a completely incorrect assumption. I corrected him but you know how dads are, they’ll take any chance to tease you. Please don’t be freaked out.”

But he didn’t know how dads were. Gabriel was only his in name. Marinette kept talking but Adrien stayed with that thought for another while. 

He became aware of how quiet it had gotten when Marinette whispered his name.

“Adrien?”

“Eh-. Sorry. Y-your fine, I wasn’t bothered by it.”

Marinette frowned. He must have missed more than he’d thought. She sat across from him, kneeled down and looking up with her brow lightly pinched. Her hands flexed against the material of her jeans, a habit of her’s he’d grown to notice. 

“You look really zoned out. Was I speaking too fast again?”

“No, no. I could keep up. I’m just-.”

“What?”

Adrien bit down on his lip using the moment of pain to ground himself again. He wouldn’t shut her out too, she didn’t deserve it like Gabriel did. 

“I don’t know what ‘dads’ are like.”

“Oh? I thought-.”

“I have a dad.” He interrupted. “It’s my mom that’s gone but her death sort of took him with her. He’s different now.”

“Do you miss him?”

Adrien didn’t answer because he didn’t have one. No one had ever asked if he missed his dad. Only his mom and only with their eyes downcast and their voices lined with pity. Marinette didn’t hide like that, there wasn’t a trace of pity to be found in her voice. Only a question.

“Yeah. I do.”

Something hot rolled down his cheek. 

“Oh, Adrien.” 

She reached toward him, locking him into her arms. Her head slotted perfectly onto his shoulder, the scent of her hair filling his senses. Of course she used blueberry scented shampoo, the obviousness of it nearly made him laugh. Then he cried some more as he realised he hadn’t been close enough to someone to smell their shampoo in a while. He tightened his arms around her back.

Marinette pulled back for a moment and he saw a thought flit past her eyes. A slight shake in her watery smile that he nearly wanted to chase. But it wasn’t the right time and she wasn’t the right person. 

“You can have my dad if you want. While you wait for yours.”

“I think I will.”

-

I said i was busy but this had already been partially written weeks ago so forgive me! This is just another kinda fleshing things out thing. Again playing a bit more into the movie canon but show stuff does apply.

Little reference to their alter egos (well just Ladybug) so I’m going to explain it a bit and I want to write another one shot delving into how their dynamic works in this AU.

I imagine the miraculous act as universal translators. Marinette is hearing everyone in Mandarin and they’re hearing her in French but she doesn’t know that. Opposite for Adrien. So it gives a bit more a reason for Marinette to like being Ladybug because as Ladybug she’s accepted and understood by everyone.

Most of the movie stuff happens with Adrien using Chat Noir to be the person he suppresses and Marinette to be the person she is without difficulty. They both find freedom in it now while they face the pressures of being heroes.

Ladynoir is still Ladynoir-ing in ways I’ll hopefully get to write about.

Also as you see I’m trying to flesh out Adrien daddy issue angst. I imagine that he grieves his father in much the same way as he grieved his mother but Gabriel is someone who still haunts him. So while talking about his mother makes him slightly annoyed because it’s such a done topic to him now, his father is an ongoing issue.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ml fanfic #ml fic #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adrinette #miraculous movie #speak my language

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

matt murdock as your legal guardian headcanons :)

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1.15k

request: yes / no

dynamic: matt murdock x teen!reader

characters: reader, matt murdock, foggy nelson, karen page

a/n: ik this isn't a request, but it's something i think about a lot!! i had to get it out lol. i was originally gonna use a more aesthetic picture but then i found this & it was too cute not to include lol <3 also requests are still open! just send in an ask :)

taglist: @nutellani (fill out this form if you'd like to be included!)

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first i’m gonna explain how matt murdock actually became your legal guardian.

because i just want to establish that lol

so your parents were involved with wilson fisk.

you had no idea about this of course, since you were very young when they were still involved in his business.

and btw when i say business i mean like his shady dealings

you were kind of left on your own a lot as a kid. you didn’t really mind it, and figured out how to entertain yourself.

however, when you were five years old, you returned home to find a truly awful crime scene.

you would learn much later in life that your parents had decided to report fisk, but before they were able to do so, he had them killed.

the perp was still there, and almost got you. however, a man with a black mask over his eyes was able to stop him for a second, yelling at you to run.

so you did. 

you ended up at an orphanage, but one day, a blind man came in looking to adopt.

you felt an immediate connection, and he adopted you when you were six. 

you’ve been inseparable ever since!!!

he told you all about your parents when you were older btw

anyways so now onto the fun stuff!!

one perk of living with matt is that your room is bomb.

bc his apartment is lowkey the coolest

if you like to visualise like i do, i imagine that your room is like next to the closet where he keeps the daredevil stuff

RANDOM LITTLE DETAIL LOL

anyways it’s super cosy

and you also can basically see in the dark because even though it doesn’t matter if the lights are on, matt tells you to keep them off because then the electric bill will stay low 

you called him a cheapskate but he said that was rude :(

you still did it though #rebel 🥶🥶🥶

you guys bully each other all the time

it’s the way you bond :)

you go to the nelson & murdock offices after school or during the summers.

you have your own little desk there!

one time you said it was too distracting and so foggy bought a privacy folder for you LMAO

needless to say it didn’t help at all

most of the clients are really nice and they’ll ask you about school and life and stuff

you kind of put them at ease

you tried to talk to matt about him being kind of intimidating but he didn’t want to hear it.

and then foggy kept asking why you didn’t think HE was intimidating.

“i mean come on y/n! have you SEEN this face? matt has a little baby face compared to mine!!”

you laughed so hard omg

matt calls you if he needs anything or if you need to tell him something, but you mostly just text foggy to keep them both updated

in my mind, foggy texts like five texts for one sentence

he uses every emoji twice

and every time he uses an abbreviation he always capitalizes it and puts the real meaning in parentheses next to it

here is an example

“hi y/n. hope your day is going well 😃😃 matt and i just won our case 😎😎 so we are going to go to josie’s tonight to celebrate!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥳🥳 let me know if you need anything from the store 🏬🏬 ok TTYL (TALK TO YOU LATER) OMG (OH MY GOSH) matt just fell LOL (LAUGH OUT LOUD) 😱😱 gotta go ☹️☹️”

he’s so silly i love him

also matt collects records and cds.

he used to go with you to buy them and let you choose whatever you thought looked good

which is why you have everything from no doubt to frank sinatra to obscure french music

you always have music on at the apartment

like all the time

which brings me to my next point

matt never wanted you to have to see him as daredevil

but it wasn’t like the topic could be avoided.

so when he comes home with awful wounds and stuff, you help clean him up, just like he used to do for his father

and you’re damn good at it too. you have a very steady hand and no squeamish attitude at all. 

but similar to how the scotch used to help matt steady himself when he helped his father, music helps you steady yourself.

you’ll listen to soft & acoustic songs, and it helps ease you AND him.

usually you don’t talk about the things he does. but if he mentions something, you will

but usually it goes without any mention

in my mind, you and matt have a tradition of listening to baseball games on the radio together

you don’t really have a team you alaays root for, it changes year to year

but the two of you get really invested.

like you left the office early every time there’s a game so you can listen together.

or one time he and foggy were prepping a case and there was a game on so he wasn’t even focused HAH

i also think that even though josie’s is a bar, you’re allowed in

not only that, josie will let you behind the bar to make yourself a drink.

ok not like an alcoholic one but still

you have this one mixture of cranberry juice and ginger ale with a lime that you call the “y/n special” and foggy tried it and spit it out :(

josie and some of the regulars almost kicked him out LMAO it was so funny

ok also i have this very clear vision of something foggy does

so to preface this

it’s a rainy day

or just a generally gloomy day

and you and matt are home.

karen is over too.

maybe you’re reading a book and matt and karen are prepping a case or something

and then the door suddenly bursts open

matt isn’t surprised because he heard it coming obvi 

but it caught you off guard

you look over to the kitchen, where the perpetrator is completely covered by the GIGANTIC grocery bags he’s holding.

“oh no.” 

you say, and matt shakes his head. karen is already laughing

foggy drops the bags and exhales, a huge grin overtaking his face.

“WHO’S READY FOR FOGGY’S FAMOUS CHICKEN SOUP????!!!”

“we are” you and karen and matt say in unison, trying to hold back laughter

basically every time the littlest bit of winter rolls around, foggy will bring every ingredient known to man over to your and matt’s apartment and make chicken soup

you make fun of this tradition but it’s been going on since foggy and matt were in law school

and the soup is actually so good

you four always eat it together and it makes you so happy

your family, all together at one table :)

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#matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock headcanons #daredevil headcanons #foggy nelson #foggy nelson headcanons #karen page #karen page headcanons #nelson and murdock #nelson murdock and page #nmcu #mcu #marvel #mcu headcanons #nmcu headcanons #marvel headcanons #nmcu daredevil #marvel netflix #matt murdock x teen!reader #foggy nelson x teen!reader #karen page x teen!reader #mae's headcanons

[blackswaneuroparedux]

The true love that has survived is mine for you and yours for me.

- Vita Sackville-West to Harold Nicolson

The writer Vita Sackville-West always felt she belonged at her lavish ancestral home: Knole, in Kent. She was distraught that as a woman, she couldn't inherit it. When she married the diplomat Harold Nicolson, though, they found another historic place in the weald of Kent: Sissinghurst Castle, a magnificent collection of Tudor buildings and a sprawling farm, all of which had long been neglected.

When Harold Nicolson and Vita Sackville-West first saw Sissinghurst, it was a ruin. The sprawling farm in Kent had been for sale for two years, its moated Tudor buildings were mostly derelict and the garden was a rubbish dump. Their teenage son Nigel told them the property was ‘quite impossible’. Nonetheless, Vita went ahead and bought it in 1930 for £12,000. Built on the site of a medieval manor, it is known as Sissinghurst Castle although there is no castle - the name comes from the 18th century French prisoners of war, held there in cramped, smelly conditions, who sarcastically dubbed it ‘le chateau’.

Vita, Harold and their sons spent their first night at Sissinghurst in one of the estate cottages, eating sardines and soup by candlelight. From these unpromising beginnings, Vita and Harold made Britain’s most revered garden. In the pantheon of British gardens, Sissinghurst is our equivalent of the Mona Lisa. Its extravagant loveliness and atmosphere of dreamy romance, as well as the famously unconventional love affair at the heart of its history, has made this a place which continues to fascinate. Vita and Harold transformed the grounds at Sissinghurst into the spectacular gardens which now attract thousands of visitors every year.

Vita and Harold formed a genuinely loving partnership and a marriage that lasted until Vita's death in 1962. Yet their letters and biographies reveal that both Vita and Harold had numerous same-sex relationships during their life together. On Vita’s part this included some very serious relationships - most famously, those with Violet Trefusis and Virginia Woolf. Their marriage was the foundation of their life together, offering both constancy and freedom for them both to pursue their same-sex desires and at the centre of which was Sissinghurst which was the bedrock of their marriage together.

The aristocratic Vita married Harold in 1913. They were a fashionable and popular couple - she a writer, he a diplomat - but although they were devoted to each other, they were both predominantly homosexual and had numerous affairs during their marriage. Vita, who dressed in pearls, a silk blouse, riding breeches and lace-up leather boots, was especially promiscuous. With Vita, it was not so much a matter of love triangles as love dodecahedrons. Vita pursued anyone who took her fancy at any given moment and several marriages were destroyed as a result.

One of the great dramas of the Nicolsons’ marriage was caused by her infatuation with Violet Trefusis, with whom she ‘eloped’ to France in 1920. Violet’s husband and Harold chartered a small plane and the two men set off together in pursuit of their wives, Harold eventually persuading Vita to return. His love affairs were much more low-key than hers. In one biography, Nigel Nicolson commented that for his father, ‘sex was as incidental, and about as pleasurable, as a quick visit to a picture gallery between trains’.

What bound the couple together, even more than their sons, was their five-acre garden at Sissinghurst. Its creation was more than just an artistic endeavour. The energy and time they poured into it also afforded them the privacy they needed to conceal the nature of their marriage from the world.

Vita and Harold had made their first garden at their house, Long Barn near Sevenoaks, where they lived between 1915 and 1930. This was where they developed their style and made most of their horticultural mistakes; by the time they moved to Sissinghurst, they were confident gardeners and within their first two years Harold and Vita had cleared decades’ worth of weeds and brambles, laid new paths, restored buildings and excavated a lake.

They were very much hands-on gardeners and did most of the work themselves, not least because in the early years they weren’t very well off, living on Harold’s salary and Vita’s earnings as a writer. They agreed on a strict division of labour: Harold worked out the ground plan - still regarded today as a masterpiece of ingenuity and subtlety - but was allowed to plant just two of the garden’s many ‘outdoor rooms’.

Vita ruled supreme when it came to the rest of the planting. Most of the large plants, the shrubs and trees - and her beloved roses - were bought in from nurseries. As the garden filled out she would propagate plants from seeds and cuttings and eventually had grown enough plants to sell to the garden’s paying visitors. Her mantra when it came to planting was ‘cram, cram, cram every chink and cranny’, and she filled the garden until it overflowed with flowers, something which occasionally caused fierce disagreement. In a diary entry for 1946, Harold complains that whereas he wants plants which add shape and perspective, ‘she wishes just to jab in the things which she has left over’. Vita, of course, won the argument. ‘In the end we part, not as friends,’ he records grumpily.

Rather endearingly, though, Vita was keenly aware of the gaps in her knowledge and regretted not being a trained horticulturist. Late in life, when the garden was already internationally famous, she enrolled on one of the Royal Horticultural Society’s training courses, even though she herself was a member of the RHS’s governing council. Roses were Vita’s particular passion. In the post-war period, when neat, shrubby hybrid tea and floribunda roses were all the rage, she championed old-fashioned roses such as the opulent damasks, gallicas and centifolias. As much as their colour and scent, she loved them for their historical associations, writing: ‘To me they recall the brocades of ecclesiastic vestments, the glow of mosaics, the textures of Oriental carpets.’

The roses are still one of the great glories of Sissinghurst.

The most famous area, imitated by countless gardeners across the world, is the magnificent White Garden. It was only planted in 1950, perhaps conceived as a reaction to the years of wartime drabness, the khaki uniforms and blackout curtains. The odd thing is that the White Garden is not really all that white. Vita called it ‘my grey, green and white garden’ and the artfully chosen foliage sets off the white flowers so that, at certain times of day and in the right light, they appear to float in mid-air. The effect is like being in that delicious halfway state between dreaming and waking.

Vita died in 1962. Shortly before her death she wrote to Harold that ‘the true love that has survived is mine for you and yours for me’. After her death, visitors to the garden would sometimes see Harold sitting there, tears streaming down his cheeks as he remembered his wife. He died in 1968, a year after the garden was handed over to the National Trust.

#vita sackville-west #sackville-west #harold nicolson #nicolson #quote #relationships #marriage #aristocracy #nobility #english #gardens #nature #outdoors #sissinghurst #society #flowers #white garden #horticulture #english garden #gardening

[wolfspurr]

WIP Wednesday

It is no longer Wednesday, but what even are days of the week when it comes to the weird bit of time between Christmas and New Years? I was tagged by @wellhalesbells so here's a little bit of the only WIP I can currently share with you. This is my back-burner fic, which I pull out to work on when I don't have an event deadline looming over me. It hasn't seen much work recently, but it'll get finished eventually!

“Hey man, how’s it going?” Stiles breezes into the back room of the vet’s surgery with the confident air of someone who is definitely supposed to be there, despite the ‘staff only’ sign hung prominently on the door and the fact that Stiles is very much not a member of staff. Scott has been lacking in time for bro hangouts, though, so Stiles will take his company where he can get it. If that means it's while Scott is busy expressing the anal glands of an unenthusiastic beagle, so be it. “Yeah,” Scott says, as Stiles situates himself decisively at the head end of the dog, “Ricky here is about to be feeling a whole lot better, aren’t you buddy?” “You have my full support and sympathy, Ricky,” Stiles grimaces, reaching out to scratch behind the beagle’s ears as Scott pulls on a pair of gloves. “I don’t suppose you can hang after work today? There’s a new Thai place near mine that I’ve been wanting to try. Ally can come too?” “Sorry bro, dinner with the in-laws tonight. You can go and chill in the dog room for a bit while I deal with Ricky if you want? We’ve got a newcomer who might want some company, and I’m not sure we want a repeat performance of the last time you thought you could keep composure around bodily fluids.” Stiles shudders, thinking back to last week’s incident with Walter the French bulldog. Scott may have a point. There had been no dignity left in that room; Stiles might never quite look at a French bulldog the same way again. “Yeah, that might not be a bad plan. Sorry, Ricky. Please know I’ll be supporting you from the other room where things are less disgusting. You’ve got this, dog-bro!” Stiles pats Ricky on the head and makes his way briskly out of the room before he witnesses or smells anything that really doesn't need to be experienced. He closes the door quickly behind him, breathing a sigh of relief that he’s escaped without any trauma for the day. The dog room is the best room at the vet’s surgery, and Stiles spends more of his free time in it than he really cares to admit. There’s nothing quite like cuddling with dogs and puppies to improve a shitty day, and Stiles finds himself in here even on days when Scott isn’t actually working. Kira, one of the veterinary nurses, is already in there, fussing over a puppy that looks more like a little white cloud than an actual dog. “Hey Kira, I thought I’d give Ricky a bit of privacy. Scotty says there’s a new best friend waiting for me in here.” “Hey Stiles, good to see you! I’m guessing he’s talking about this guy,” Kira shuts the cage door on the ball of fluff, smiling cheerfully at Stiles as she beckons him over to a cage in the corner, “want to come and meet him?” “Of all the stupid questions, Kira.” Stiles hurries himself over, crouching down so he can see the inhabitant, all black fur and mournful brown eyes. The dog perks up as soon as Stiles appears, assessing him with a careful stare and nosing forward to give Stiles’ fingers a tentative lick where he’s poking them through the wire of the cage door. Stiles is in love.

I'm not going to specifically tag anyone (because it's not even Wednesday anymore) but if you want to join in, consider yourself tagged!

#wip wednesday #sterek fic #sterek #teen wolf #my writing #writing things #i need to find time to work on this one more #i forgot how much fun i was having with it #tag you're it

[honeyhatake]

Birthday Boy- Kakashi Hatake 💕

x-reader, f!reader, 18+, minors don’t interact

Word count- 3358

Warnings- fluffy-smut, oral m and f receiving, penetration, riding, no protection, praise, slight sir kink, slight Dom Kakashi

Summary- It’s your boyfriend of two years birthday and it was your goal to make sure that he knew how much you loved him. Even if that meant letting him have his way, just a little bit. It was his birthday after all

“I told you this wasn’t necessary…”

“… and I told you that the day of your birth is to be celebrated, so let me spoil you.”

Rolling out of bed this morning I watched as my boyfriend of two years layed there sound asleep. My feet tiptoeing quietly out of his bedroom as I make my way to his kitchen. Making sure to hold the door just right so it wouldn’t squeak.

Kakashi Hatake and I were very busy people, hardly able to see each other let alone spend a night together. Maybe it wasn’t ideal, but we made it work; that’s what we promised to each other when we first made our relationship official.Today was a special day though, not only did we get to spend the entire day together, it was also Kakashi's birthday! He is not one to fuss over things like that, especially when it comes to himself. I on the other hand wasn’t about to let him forget what day it was. He was the man I loved after all, he deserved nothing more than love and appreciation. Not only that but celebrating another year of being alive.

The first thing on my to-do list for today was to make him breakfast in bed. I may not be the world's greatest chef, but I can at least make something edible. Pulling out ingredients from his cupboards, I settled on French Toast, eggs, and bacon. While brewing a pot of coffee I started up the egg mixture and heated up a frying pan. Soon the borrowed kitchen was filled with the smell of fresh coffee, and sweet french toast. I smiled as things were slowly falling into place. Platting his food once it was ready I grabbed his favorite mug and filled it up, no cream. He wasn’t too fond of overly sweet things, I hoped he’d make an exception for breakfast.

Before I could grab his plate and head to his room, I felt large hands grab hold of my waist causing me to jump, nearly spilling his coffee. “Shh…love, it’s me.”

Kakashi's voice was a whisper as he leaned down into me, his lips close to my ear. A shiver ran down my spine as he spoke. With one of his hands still holding my waist, the other snuck around and grabbed the mug from me. Realizing what had happened, I immediately began to pout.

“Awe, Kashi’! You weren't supposed to be up yet! I was gonna bring you your breakfast to eat in bed!” He hums out a laugh and steps away from me, leaning back on the counter in front of me. He sipped his coffee and shook his head. Standing there wearing nothing but dark gray joggers that I bought him last Christmas.

“I told you this wasn’t necessary…” He cleared his throat and looked at the food before looking back at me. His expression was tired and almost sheepish.

I sighed and crossed my arms before retorting back “... and I told you that the day of your birth is to be celebrated, so let me spoil you.” With that I grabbed his plate and handed it to him. “Now eat, no complaining. I’ll tell you what we’re doing today afterwards.”

With an exasperated breath he took the plate from me and stood up straight. Kissing my temple before moving to the circular table that he had in the center of his kitchen. “Thank you dear” was all he said to me before we sat and ate in silence. Peacefully listening to the early morning birds chirp. This was another rare occurrence for us. Most days he was up before me, or we were in our own separate homes for breakfast.

Even though we had been dating for two years, I never pushed to have him let me move in, or to give me a key. I respected his privacy and space just as much as he respected mine. Sometimes I wished that we could live together. The idea of being able to see him every morning, or come home to him after long missions. It filled my heart with joy, made me want to ask him myself. Though I knew I had to let him come to that on his own. He had a hard time letting people in, and it took quite a while for him to be comfortable with me just staying the night. Having someone in your space 24/7 isn’t always easy, so I let it be. One day he’ll ask me, and I’ll be ready when he does.

Kakashi, against my wishes, helped clean up after we finished eating. He dried the dishes as I washed them. Casually asking each other how we slept, sharing our dreams with one another, and then he finally asked me what today had in store for us. I laughed and turned off the faucet, drying my hands as I looked up at him. “Whatever you want, birthday boy. I have some ideas, but today is your day. You get to say what we do!”

He rolled his eyes and smiled and quickly pulled me in for a hug. He peppered my face with kisses before nuzzling his nose into my cheek. “You are such a dork, you know that? I love you for it though!” My cheeks get warm, and squeeze him tightly. Breathing in his sweet citrusy scent that I loved. My arms started to pull away, yet it didn't take long for them to start holding onto him tightly again. I squealed as he lifted me off my feet and walked us towards his bathroom. “Well if I get to say what we do today, then I say we start with a shower!”

The hot water ran over our bodies as we carefully took turns bathing each other. Making sure to not miss a single inch of our bodies. The air was thick as steam filled the room. Our hands never leave each other until the very end. Only stopping when our fingers were pruned and the water ran cold. Kakashi helped me out of the shower, holding the cutest adoring expression on his face. One he always held when we were together like this. It was the kind of look he gave me that never made me doubt the feelings he had for me. I hoped I held something similar for him.

Once dressed, we settled down in the living room. Our bodies and souls relaxed as we sat and enjoyed each other's company. I knew that if I let Kakashi have his way all he would want to do is nothing but sit and read his beloved Icha-Icha until the sun went down. I smiled at him and occupied myself with my own little hobbies. Letting him enjoy himself before I set in motion my actual plan for today. I was content in this moment, yet that desire to live with him, call this place my own, burned inside me more than ever before.

A couple hours had passed now and Kakashi was nearly finished with his book. He being a relatively fast reader, on free days he could get through the book about three times if not more. That fact made me laugh, though how could I be mad when he was doing something he loved. He always supported me in the things I do, so it only felt right to support him. My goal for today was to make sure he knew how much I loved him, hopefully changing his viewpoint on birthdays. Without him noticing, too entranced in his book, I snuck away to his room. Pulling my bag from under his bed, and pulling out the outfit I had planned to wear for him when the time was right. That time happened to be right now.

Slipping out of my casual clothes quickly, I pulled on blush pink lingerie. It had cute ruffles on the bottom and the top was sheer. I opted for no bra, but I wore matching lace panties. Even though I knew they’d be off me in a matter of seconds. If this went accordingly though, he’d be the one getting undressed first. I giggled to myself before quietly slipping back into the living room. He was laid on the couch, right where I left him, eyes still glued to that book.

“Kashi? Could I have your attention for a moment or two?” I softly spoke up after standing at the foot of the couch, waiting for him to notice me. His dark gray eyes slowly peeled away from his book before landing on me, his attention pulled from my face directly to what I was wearing. His book fell pages down on his chest as he stared at me, mouth slightly agape. His cheeks that were slightly blushed beforehand were now bright red.

“Y-Y/n, is there uh, is there something I can help you with?’ I could tell he was making a conscious effort to look at only my face as he spoke to me. I giggle once more and crawl over the edge of the couch to him, hands trailing up his legs as I keep my eyes locked with his. Something about the color pink on me always made him incredibly flustered. I had hardly touched him and I could see his bulge through his pants.

“Hmmm, not at all! But you can let me help you! It is your birthday after all!’ I tease him by running my hand over his bulge and under his shirt up his chest. My other hand carefully took his book away and set it on the coffee table. I notice him gulp, and I can feel his heart pounding in his chest. Seeing him like this just made me even more excited.

Not wasting much time, my hands move back down and carefully unbuttons his pants. I could feel him tense as my fingers grazed him over his briefs. Kakashi watches me intently, his stare growing with hunger by each passing second. The position I was in gave him a perfect view of my breasts. He moves his hand forward in an attempt to touch me, but I stop him. “Now, now, lover boy. Why don't you relax a bit, let me take care of you for now.” Sporting a pout he leans back into the couch, begrudgingly putting his hands behind his head.

I smile and wink at him before pulling his pants down, my partner raising his hips to help me. My hands palm him through his black briefs and I could already feel a wet spot of precum coming through. I rub at that area and watch as Kakashi's eyes roll back taking a sharp inhale. I move my head down and gently kiss up his hardening member. Teasing him by wrapping my lips around the side of it through his underwear.

“Princess, please stop teasing me.” He was covering his mouth as he watched me now, eyes clearly desperate. I turn my head at him and smile innocently.

“Does baby need it that bad? Baby getting desperate?’ I mock him a bit before slowly hooking my fingers under the elastic band of his briefs, never losing that smile.

A groan erupts in his chest, and he runs his hand over his face a couple times before making eye contact with me. His more dominant side was starting to show itself. Eyes a little darker now, voice a little deeper. “Doll, keep it up and I won't let you have your fun. Now put your mouth to work before I do it for you.”

His words make me clench around nothing, biting my lip as I nod. “Yes, sir!” I do as he says and pulls his briefs down. Letting his hard cock pop out and lay against his stomach. The tip was red and throbbing, begging to be touched. My fingers hold onto it gently, rubbing him nice and slow as I watch him relax again. Leading Kakashi's cock into my mouth I gently wrap my lips around the tip and begin to suck. My tongue flicks around it ever so slightly. Salivating at the taste of him. His hand had now found itself in my hair, watching me as I pushed him further down my throat.

“Ahhh, that's it! Just like that…” My boyfriend sucks in his lower lip and bites it, sitting up slightly as he groans. My head starts to bob up and down as he holds onto my hair, his other hand behind him holding him up. I start to gag around him and that only makes him get louder, guiding my head ever so slightly. As I'm about to reach the tip again, he quickly pulls me off, making me level with his face as he continues to hold onto my hair. A whine escapes my lips and he looks at me out of breath. “Please, I need to taste you before I finish. I'm so close…” His words trail off to a whisper as he pulls me in for a kiss. Letting go of my hair to hold the back of my neck, his other hand pulling me up onto his lap.

Our mouths move fluidly together, tongues finding each other. He sucks gently on mine and I can feel his cock twitch from underneath me. Kakashi's hands grip tightly at my hips, and I know there will be bruises there later. My hands are pulling at his ash white hair, biting his lip in between heated kisses. He was at his limit now, practically growling as he flipped us over. Kissing down my body, his hands predicted everywhere his lips went. Pulling my top down, kissing and suckling at my breast. Kneading them in his hands before moving further down my body. My back arching into each of his wet kisses, his lips moving over my legs and thighs carefully as he watched me. Eventually his hands moved under my lingerie and pushed it back to reveal the matching panties. He groaned looking from them to me, then ran his fingers over my already soaked core.

“Mmm, this because of me Princess?” A devilish grin spread across his cheeks as he dipped down and kitten licked at the wet spot. His hands gripping my thighs, keeping my legs open for him.

I watched Kakashi tease me, biting my lip and pulling at my own nipples. I whimpered each time his tongue ran over my panties. Not before long he was pulling it to the side and running his fingers along the sides of my clit. Holding it in place as his tongue expertly rolled around it. Sucking into his lips before running his tongue side to side against it inside his mouth. Kakashi's fingers slide down and carefully turn up as he pushes them inside me. I moan out, already feeling myself getting close. He hums around me and sucks hard on my clit as his fingers start to move in and out. My back starts to arch and Kakashi immediately starts moving faster, curling his finger upward inside me. His tongue never ceases motion on my sensitive bud. I scream out, toes curling as I quickly reach my climax. My legs start to close around his head, but he doesn’t stop. At this point my legs are shaking, my fingers are tightly wound in his hair. I pulled him up, just as he had done to me.

With a laugh he looks at me, gently grabbing hold of my wrists. “Too much, sweetheart?” I close my eyes and nod, still trying to settle from the high. Kakashi watches me, and gently starts to kiss my legs again. “Do you want to stop?” He always asked this, even though my answer is almost always no. Another thing that made me never want to doubt his feelings for me.

Taking a deep breath I quickly nodded. “No! It’s your birthday, and you haven’t finished yet. I'm okay!” I give him a reassuring smile, and he grins back. Moving in to kiss me sweetly before grabbing hold of my hips and pulling me onto his lap as he sat down. I giggled and kissed him back with that same sweetness. He rubs his hands over my thighs and ass, all while my hands glide down his chest. My fingers moved to the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it up and off. Kakashi moved his hands to my panties and pulled them down with my help.

Our lips stayed together as I moved up onto my knees slightly and he helped guide me down onto him. Fully prepped and ready for him, he slipped right in. Only slight discomfort at first that he patiently waited for me to say when it was okay to move. Occupying himself by sucking at my neck and collar bone, hands cupping my breasts. I held onto his shoulders and slowly began grinding down on him. Kakashi groaned into me and held onto my hips once more as he helped me bounce up and down. Eventually just our foreheads were pressed together as I rode him. My orgasm is starting to build up inside me yet again.

“Yeah, you’re doing so good baby, don’t stop. You gonna cum for me again? You gonna cum with me? Finish as I fill you up nice and full?” His voice was low and sultry as he whispered dirty things to me. I clenched around him causing him to groan and thrust up inside me. “God, you feel so good. This is the best birthday present ever. God I want to be able to do this every day with you. Mmm fuck, gonna cum! Cum with me baby!”

Just like that I screamed out, nails digging into his chest as I came undone on top of him. His thrusts became ragged and I soon felt his hot seed fill deep inside me. My eyes rolled back and Kakashi buried himself in my chest as he came down from his high. I hum softly against him and kiss the top of his head, my hands running down the sides of his strong arms.

“Thank you. For everything.” Kakashi whispered as his arms wrapped around me. “I love you so much!” LIke it always did when he professed his love for me, my heart skipped a beat.

Smoothing out his hair gently, I moved my fingers down and pulled his head up from his chin to look at me. “And I love you too, Kakashi Hatake. Forever and always. I’ll always be here to make your birthdays magical.” With a soft blush Kakashi smiles and squeezes my hips.

“Everyday with you is magical. I couldn’t imagine myself without you, and I don't think I want to.” He looks into my eyes and takes a breath. “In fact, do you think it’d be too much if I asked you to move in with me?” Just like that my wishes had been granted.

With a smile I kiss him before rubbing my nose against his. “I thought you’d never ask!” I laugh and he grins at me, picking me up as he stands holding me in an excited hug.

“Alright, then it’s settled. Let’s go get your things!” He places me back down on the couch and starts rapidly getting dressed. I laugh and shake my head.

“Hold on now! We should probably get cleaned up first, and probably eat something. I don't think we could possibly pack boxes on an empty stomach..” He laughs awkwardly with his pants half on, scratching the back of his head.

“Yeah, I suppose you're right. Then after we eat it is!” smiling at me with his eyes, I get up and kiss him on the cheek.

“Alright, just let me know what you want for lunch and I’ll make it for you!” Just like that, I was finally moving in with the love of my life. I couldn’t wait to spend many more birthdays reminding him just how much I love him. “Oh, and, Happy Birthday Kakashi!”

A/N: Thanks for reading! If you liked it, feel free to let me know! Likes and reblogs are welcome. This isn’t my first story, just a little something I wrote for Kakashis birthday. Thank you again! Hopefully I’ll start posting more often on here ^.^

#hatake kakashi #kakashi #kakashi hatake #smut #kakashi smut #kakashi hatake smut #fluff #fluffy smut #kakashi fluff #Kakashi hatake fluff #naruto shippuden

[dcbbw]

Second Born

This story was one of my offerings for #Kiara Theron Appreciation Week 2023, Day 4: Family/Friends/Relationships. It is later than usual (even by my standards), and I have no expectations for it to be added to any Masterlist other than mine.

The original idea was a collection of drabbles based upon a canon incident involving the Lady of House Theron that just has to affect /impact her, or at least I think it would. As is typical with my writing, the stories would be crafted with more head canon than actual canon.

I’m sticking with that premise, with one exception: instead of drabbles contained within one fic, I am breaking it out into five separate stories for two reasons: Instead of rushing through five stories, I can take my time with each one, hopefully providing more depth and context;  and it provides Kiara content at various times throughout the year (why should MC and main LIs have all the fun?).

Starting off with Second Born, a Liara story exploring Kiara’s initial reactions and responses to her brother Ezekiel renouncing the Castelsarreillan Dukeship.

Huge thanks to @lizzybeth1986 and @sazanes for hosting this event and THANK YOU to all who will read this story. Your likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated more than you know!

Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Editor rates this fic as 99% error-free.

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song Inspo: House Song, Searows

Word Count: 1,321

Pairings: Liam x Kiara

Rating T for Teen

House Theron, Duchy of Castelsarreillan

Kiara Theron stalked across her Great House’s grand foyer, her stiletto heels tapping sharply against silver-veined black marble. Her arms were held tightly to her side, her hands clenched into fists. Her lips were pressed into a thin line; her hair bounced in the space between her shoulder blades.

“Lady Kiara!”

The hushed shout echoed softly throughout the large space; Kiara ignored it as she disappeared into one of several formal dining rooms. As she stalked through the room, her eyes critically surveyed the dining table, properly set with Wedgewood china and Waterford crystal while it awaited occupants and lunch.

When her follower arrived, he pushed the door partly shut; it allowed them a semblance of privacy while still adhering to propriety. The room was incredibly large, rivaling that of any in the Palace; he found himself seeking Kiara out, finding her staring out a curtained French window, her eyes trained on the group still chatting on the front steps.

“Kiara,” King Liam murmured in her ear. “Love, what’s wrong?”

The Lady of House Theron stamped her foot against the cherrywood floor as she whirled to face her lover.

“YOU KNOW what’s wrong! You were there!”

She placed her palms flat against his shirt-covered chest, lightly pushing him. Liam didn’t move.

“How … how Ezekiel could announce in front of the ENTIRE royal entourage that he’s abdicating the Dukeship before telling me and our parents? And then my parents APPROVING of it!”

Liam stepped back slightly, studying his lover attentively. “I would think being named Duchess of Castelsarreillan would be cause for celebration and congratulations, not wrath and consternation.”

Kiara took a few steps away before slowly sitting in a dining chair, her lips pushed to the side as she exhaled a frustrated breath. She tilted her head up to meet the monarch’s gaze.

“I don’t want to be Duchess. I am the second-born, which means … or meant I was free to pursue my own path. Ownership of a duchy and ruling over its citizens was not a part of that!”

Liam sat in the chair next to her, the palm of his hand covering the top of hers.

“As trite and overused as the phrase is, you were bred for this. You’ve always been House Theron’s representative. At Council meetings, at galas and charity functions. Frankly, I believe all of Court had forgotten Ezekiel was next in the line of succession.”

“I was the ambassador for my house! NOT the heir apparent,” Kiara huffed, snatching her hand away before dropping her face into her palms. “I don’t want to be permanently tied to Cordonia! There’s entire world beyond our borders, and I want to see it. The only reason I’m here right now is because I agreed to an arrangement with you.”

She glanced quickly at Liam, but his expression was neutral. “That sounds horrible, but you know my heart is in travel, negotiations, and languages. Eventually, a UN ambassadorship! It always has been, and now that I have the opportunity to put my education and training to good use … I can’t because Ezekiel wants to be a VETERINARIAN!”

Tears of frustration welled in the corners of her eyes.

“Veterinary medicine is an honorable profession,” Liam replied slowly, unsure if he were adding gasoline to the fire.

“HE DOESN’T WANT TO BE A VETERINARIAN!” Kiara yelled. Her fist pounded the table. “A lifelong dream that NO ONE KNEW ABOUT, he just blurts out in front of EVERYONE?” She shook her head vigorously. “No, that was just to impress Penelope. He simply doesn’t want to be Duke!”

Liam nods slowly. “Much like Leo didn’t want to be King.”

“But why?” Kiara’s question was strangled, as if her frustration and anger were lodged in her throat, choking her. “Why do they get to do as they please? How do they get to shirk responsibility? And why is it automatically presumed that the second-born child will just be held accountable for someone else’s duty?”

Quiet as Liam pondered an answer. He cleared his throat after a few moments before speaking.

“We’re called spares for a reason. In our circles, birth order determines who is the chosen one; it doesn’t always mean that they are the correct one for the responsibility that comes with governance. The entire purpose of leadership is to push forward in a positive direction with a propensity towards betterment. For all. That requires a level of service that not many have, a selflessness that must be constantly cultivated, an objectivity.

“I wasn’t happy when Leo abdicated, but I knew I would step up. Not because I had to, but because I wanted to. Same as you, I was taught and groomed to be the representative, and much like you … I enjoyed it for the fact that it was a temporary thing. And when it became permanent, I still enjoyed it. Unlike you, I didn’t have any plans towards a future endeavor. I found myself, my purpose when Leo stepped down.”

Kiara’s eyes searched Liam’s; they were calm, clear, accepting of his situation.

“What if I don’t want to do it?” she asks softly, plaintively.

“You don’t have to. You can refuse, and upon your parents’ deaths, the duchy reverts to the Crown’s ownership, to be bestowed or sold at the ruling monarch’s discretion.”

Kiara processed Liam’s statement. Castelsarreillan had belonged to Theron lineage for centuries, multiple centuries. Back to a time there was no Cordonia, and the primitive land was filled with magic and legends. That fact raised her ire even more: It wasn’t on her to ensure that the family line retain it a century more.

And yet, now it was.

“What if … what if there are children? Future heirs to the duchy?”

Liam shakes his head. “You know as well as I do that a renunciation or refusal to assume the position offered is absolute. Of course, provisions can be made for the last of a bloodline; in this scenario, that would apply to Ezekiel only. “

“Because I’m a woman, and any children I would bear would only carry my blood and not the Theron name.” Kiara finished Liam’s thought in a tone laced with both annoyance and resignation.

Her lover shrugged his broad shoulders; the Lady lightly licked her lips at seeing how his frame perfectly fit his suit jacket. “I don’t make the rules.”

This elicited a small chuckle from Kiara. “You’re the KING! Of course you do!” She lightly swatted his upper arm; her fingertips lingered at the feel of defined muscle.

Liam flashed her a small smile before chewing on his lower lip, a tell that he was contemplating something.

“You do realize that the ascension would not be immediate. Your parents are both fairly young and in good health. The paperwork is merely a formality, securing the line of succession. You would have many years to pursue your goals and ambitions. And being a Duchess wouldn’t restrict you from having a career.”

The slam of the front entry doors alerted the pair that the others were preparing to join them. Kiara stared silently at the ivory-colored soup bowl, its edges rimmed with a 24-carat gold band.

“I know that; it’s just that it makes me feel as if I’ve run out of time. That my hopes, dreams, goals are now on some accelerated schedule, and I have to rush through my life to live with another’s life choice. And for what? If something does develop between Zeke and Penelope, he becomes a Duke regardless.”

She swallowed heavily as her fingertip idly traced the bowl’s golden ring.  

“I just can’t help but wonder if Leo and Ezekiel realize that their actions, aside from being the largest dereliction of duty, alters the trajectory of history.”

Liam leaned in closer to Kiara, smelling her hair and inhaling her scent for the briefest of moments before drawing away as chatter and footsteps drew closer.

“Or they’ve given us a chance to make history.”

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[helianskies]

Types ok Kissies! EngPort, 7 or 11 :3

i had to seriously restrain myself with this one. we've gone for prompt 7 since 11 had already been requested here, but... man, these two make me feel things... fair warning: things do get a bit warm in this one! ;)

prompt: french kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorise them.

Devour

They had gotten married on a whim.

Arthur had said to him one day, “We should do it. Just to say we have, and so that everyone knows that you are mine, and I am yours.”

João had thought it somewhat romantic, if not questionable, at the time. They had been drinking, after all, and Arthur has always had a knack for coming up with some wild ideas whilst under the influence of alcohol.

Yet, he ended up agreeing. 

They had found themselves a quiet church and Arthur had had their witness—a man who sailed under him—hold the priest at gunpoint while carrying out the very simple and private (and secret) ceremony. 

Two men getting married in a church on an island… It really was quite the thrill…

…and a thrill yet to wear off, as, now safely back on Arthur's docked ship not an hour afterwards, the next stage of their union starts to blossom in the candlelight.

Arthur sets João down onto the bed, supported by plentiful pillows while they begin to explore each other in the privacy of Arthur’s quarters. For a moment, he seeks a chance to catch his breath, maybe help them get a bit more… comfortable (clothes are awfully constricting) but as he tries to break away, he is pulled back in only closer. 

He did not realise, until now, just how big an appetite João has.

One hand holds Arthur’s face close, while the other wriggles underneath clinging fabric and his mouth—usually patient, witty, humourous—works hard to keep the Englishman fully occupied. Arthur does not fight it. This man is, after all, his new life partner, and it is his solemn duty to tend to his every need. If that need, as it currently seems to be, is to devour Arthur whole, then Arthur will be a more than willing victim.

And so, he is.

As both the kissing and the illusion of Heaven deepen, and deepen, and deepen further, the tactics change. Arthur does his best to prop himself up, to keep up with João’s ravenous pace, and to not succumb too easily when the other’s venturing hand wanders to areas saved only for him. It is intoxicating—more potent than any liquor he has known. And all the while, João only seems to draw him in closer, insatiable.

A tongue appears. It teases lips before teeth come along and tug and graze. Then it returns and finds deep within Arthur’s teeth, probing, tracing, committing each piece of him to memory. It steals away his breath. It makes him hungry himself—hungry enough to finally seize that break so he can consume the air he needs, before daring to take a dive.

“You’re dangerous,” he warns João, a smile breaking onto his face as he is awarded that time. He brushes aside the other’s delicate locks to get a good look at him (he’ll be the end of me) and relishes in how well-travelled fingers come down from his cheek to tickle under his chin.

“You have always had a thing for danger,” João reminds him. “Like a fish to a hook.”

Arthur hums. “Does that make you the deadly fisherman?”

“I suppose so,” comes the nonchalant response. 

And then, João sits up some more, leaning closer towards Arthur. His hand holds his face, and his smile turns coy. Something about it makes the Englishman’s heartbeat ripple—the tug of a line, the breaking of the water’s surface.

“You had better hurry up and bite, in that case,” he says, “before I have to throw you back to the sea.”

It is a sudden and harsh reminder that Arthur had not wanted, but one that, he supposes, would have come eventually. Such is the life of men of the sea—never still, never resting. Arthur is due to leave port tomorrow—the reason for the sudden decision to hold a priest hostage and exchange stolen rings—and perhaps that is the true source of João’s hunger.

Time is precious, now, so Arthur endeavours to not waste it, nor to deny João what it is he wants.They resume. The only difference this time is that Arthur makes the move, does the holding, and gets adventurous with not only hands but tongue.

He hopes it will bring the other the reassurance that he is a fish on a hook who does not want to be tossed back into the water—that he is a fish ready to bite, and a husband ready to love.

[ wordcount, 744 words; kiss prompts here! ]

#helia writes #hetalia #hws portugal #hws england #engport #thanks for you ask rosa! i hope it lives up to expectations <3 #just really love the idea of them getting hitched even if they can't be together all the time #accidentally crossing paths six months later and waving at each other whilst trying to dock all 'HI HONEYYY!!!' #i just. askfeahtjetja #also happy arthur day :) #he gets a pretty sailor hubby :)

[feeshies]

Voyage of the Nautilus: The Gulf Stream pt. 2

Trying my hand at live-reading even though I was bad and read ahead. But this chapter hurts and I need to yell about it.

“Sir,” he told me that day, “it’s got to stop. I want to get to the bottom of this. Your Nemo’s veering away from shore and heading up north. But believe you me, I had my fill at the South Pole and I’m not going with him to the North Pole.”

I like Ned putting his foot down lol. Big "this party's going on for way too long, I'm calling the Uber" vibes.

“I keep coming back to my idea. We’ve got to talk to the captain. When we were in your own country’s seas, you didn’t say a word. Now that we’re in mine, I intend to speak up. Before a few days are out, I figure the Nautilus will lie abreast of Nova Scotia, and from there to Newfoundland is the mouth of a large gulf, and the St. Lawrence empties into that gulf, and the St. Lawrence is my own river, the river running by Quebec, my hometown—and when I think about all this, my gorge rises and my hair stands on end! Honestly, sir, I’d rather jump overboard! I can’t stay here any longer! I’m suffocating!”

Ned :((( This chapter is so anxiety-inducing and you can feel the dread. Also "When we were in your own country’s seas, you didn’t say a word. Now that we’re in mine, I intend to speak up" is such a good line.

I had a sense of what he was suffering because I also was gripped by homesickness. Nearly seven months had gone by without our having any news from shore. Moreover, Captain Nemo’s reclusiveness, his changed disposition, and especially his total silence since the battle with the devilfish all made me see things in a different light. I no longer felt the enthusiasm of our first days on board.

Aronnax :((( Nemo :((( I wonder if Aronnax's homesickness was amplified (or rather unlocked) after hearing one of the crewmen speak French during the devilfish fight. Everyone's depressed on this submarine.

You needed to be Flemish like Conseil to accept these circumstances, living in a habitat designed for cetaceans and other denizens of the deep.

Except for Conseil, who seems to be fine just chilling. Is this a Flemish stereotype? Should I be side-eyeing Aronnax?

Truly, if that gallant lad had owned gills instead of lungs, I think he would have made an outstanding fish!

I still think this line is super cute. I wish someone would say I'd be an outstanding fish.

“But I rarely encounter him. He positively avoids me.” “All the more reason you should go look him up.” “I’ll confer with him, Ned.” “When?” the Canadian asked insistently. “When I encounter him.” “Professor Aronnax, would you like me to go find him myself?” “No, let me do it. Tomorrow—” “Today,” Ned Land said.

Ned "either communicate with him or just dump him already!" Land.

I entered. The captain was there. He was bending over his worktable and hadn’t heard me. Determined not to leave without questioning him, I drew closer. He looked up sharply, with a frowning brow, and said in a pretty stern tone: “Oh, it’s you! What do you want?” “To speak with you, captain.” “But I’m busy, sir, I’m at work. I give you the freedom to enjoy your privacy, can’t I have the same for myself?”

My anxiety is off the charts. I also love how short and abrupt his sentences suddenly get. It makes the encounter that much more tense.

Aronnax saying they "were miles apart" ;-; Turns out the 20,000 leagues was the distance that grew between him and Nemo this whole time.

“Here, Professor Aronnax, is a manuscript written in several languages. It contains a summary of my research under the sea, and God willing, it won’t perish with me. Signed with my name, complete with my life story, this manuscript will be enclosed in a small, unsinkable contrivance. The last surviving man on the Nautilus will throw this contrivance into the sea, and it will go wherever the waves carry it.”

Only during my second reading did I realize that this is essentially a suicide note. Oh fuck. Then Aronnax going "👀 I wanna see that manuscript..."

The exchange between Nemo and Aronnax was brutal and tense, holy shit. You can feel Aronnax's anxiety and frustration and Nemo's impatience. The chapter they spent trapped under the ice wasn't as suffocating.

“Ned Land can think, attempt, or endeavor anything he wants, what difference is it to me? I didn’t go looking for him! I don’t keep him on board for my pleasure! As for you, Professor Aronnax, you’re a man able to understand anything, even silence. I have nothing more to say to you. Let this first time you’ve come to discuss this subject also be the last, because a second time I won’t even listen.” I withdrew. From that day forward our position was very strained.

I don't like it when they fight :(

But the skies became more and more threatening. There were conspicuous signs of a hurricane on the way. The atmosphere was turning white and milky. Slender sheaves of cirrus clouds were followed on the horizon by layers of nimbocumulus. Other low clouds fled swiftly. The sea grew towering, inflated by long swells. Every bird had disappeared except a few petrels, friends of the storms. The barometer fell significantly, indicating a tremendous tension in the surrounding haze. The mixture in our stormglass decomposed under the influence of the electricity charging the air. A struggle of the elements was approaching.

It's so cinematic aaaa. I love the way the weather matches the tension inside the submarine. Not the optimal weather for an escape, but I think Ned is in "I don't care if the price surge is 200%, I'm calling the Uber!" mode.

#voyage of the nautilus

[thywildwind]

Hello, I would love to hear more about your AUs ❤️ Truthfully I'm in need of something soft or/and funny so if you wanted to tell us some stuff about your reverse AU, or the Forest Spirit one or more about coffeeshop AU I would be delighted to hear it ❤️

hello there! it’s very sweet of you, thank you <з

my reverse au is purely self-indulgent, because I wanted some soft and pining asexual idiots! there are works with demisexual Anakin I like, but I’ve never seen acespec Obi-Wan (which he is, according to canon, but... well. people are horny and we let them be), so it all started as a gentle mockery of suggestive impressions to lessen my insecurity about being asexual and to get a laugh out of it, and then the au transformed into ‘how much suggestive kneeling situations can I put smol Obi-Wan into before it starts getting awfully ridiculous?’

(the answer is... a lot. it is 5+1 au for a reason).

reverse au has a lot of soft touching and bickering! I’m aiming at soft-burn of sorts, where they are so smitten they don’t notice other’s romantic feelings & affection (isn’t it a given?); I can give you some headcanons I keep in mind while writing it:

Anakin does Obi-Wan’s plait after every shower and/or when Obi-Wan messes up his hair. Anakin likes plaiting Obi-Wan’s hair. he really does.

Anakin is an excellent cook and he likes it when Obi-Wan helps him (even if Obi-Wan can only make tea and eggs), but if Obi-Wan can’t or doesn’t want to help, Anakin insists he’s with him in the kitchen! and Obi-Wan likes to be in Anakin’s presence, because he is warm and loving. I like it when one’s significant one is there to entertain them or make it a livelier experience!

Anakin is ace and he is Very Oblivious to how his good looks affect people, but Obi-Wan is not, so he has unconsciously started on... territorial things. walking closer to Anakin, brushing his shoulders more times than strictly necessary, keeping training salle quite chilly, so Anakin wouldn’t take his tunics completely off.

Obi-Wan despises ships and maintenance, but Anakin adores it, so Obi-Wan keeps him company every time. it is both a pleasant and educational experience, because he spends time with his love of his life Master, and he learns some things mechanic, as well as fixing tricks, because Anakin likes to ramble about engines and spark plugs and pressure sensors out loud.

Anakin calls Obi-Wan either Padawan mine or by his name; I peg him as a person who’s very open with physical affection—neck touching, hair plaiting, palms caresses—but he might be somewhat reluctant to voice it. name-calling is intimate for him, he doesn’t want other people’s attention aimed at their pair just because Anakin calls Obi-Wan some lovely (in Obi-Wan’s very humble opinion) name, like stardust or my moon. I believe he won’t openly call Obi-Wan any sweetheart-dear-darling-angel names: he will use a foreign language. it’s silly and he knows it; damn, he calls Obi-Wan his love in Galactic Basic, but other names are too personal and sacred. if someone hears and knows its meaning—then, well, they must know better than bring it up. things said in foreign languages must be left in foreign languages, let the babes have some privacy((

Anakin is into gift-giving. that’s it. he gifts Obi-Wan plenty of things, and the Jedi may not have personal possessions, but what is a shimmersilk hair-tie? or a velvet strap for french-plaiting? or a hand-made holo night-light star systems projector (??the fuck do I call it, really?) for Obi-Wan to easily fall asleep, with twinkling stars and revolving planets?? it is??very cute??? and it has a sleep mode, so the projector turns off when it senses Obi-Wan is in deep sleep phase?? Anakin is Considerate.

Anakin thinks he is embarrassing for the starship models collection he keeps somewhere in his room, but Obi-Wan is the only one who saves credits to buy him those starship models. even if they are smuggled. sh-h.

they bond over space jellyfish documentaries from holonet sea & space research company, because Obi-Wan likes twinkling things, be it a hair-tie, a night-light or a living creature. Anakin finds it amusing and adorable, and they often go through their scheduled lightsabre maintenance with these documentaries in the background (Obi-Wan is very easy to distract with red-shining floating jelly, so Anakin finishes for them both and lets Obi-Wan get his jellyfish facts fill. and peaceful night in, of course).

oh, right. they like mouth kisses. gentle and unhurried, and they hold each other as precious creatures they are to one another. Anakin is (very obviously) into Obi-Wan’s hair, Obi-Wan is into Anakin’s everything, and they made it work, make it work and are and will make it work.

that’s it, I believe. I can go on for hours, and I would like to get into another aus sometime later! hope this gives you some comfort, lovely.

thank you for visiting my soft ace!obikin TEDtalk, it was very nice getting to know them with you.

#obikin #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #reverse master & padawan au #oh! i remembered i have a soft fix-it with alive shmi #that one has more concepts than actions & plot #but i’ve been very much in love with it since i’ve seen aotc and wanted to save shmi for anakin #i JUST remembered my post-war 5 times they crashed their ship just to have romantic dinner and 1 time they didn’t have to sacrifice it au!! #it is the silliest thing i came up with after cottagecore witch!anakin & retired jedi!obi-wan au #(whispers) 2023. sir. i beg you to let me write & finish & post at least two obikin fics this year! please!